"Alright, I hope you can keep your promise."
Wu Ge had no other choice and turned to fly away from the place.
Watching the receding figure, the Jinyi Young Master sneered, "Fool, the knife is already at your throat, and you’re still dreaming such fanciful dreams? Ultimately, inferior races are so short-sighted..."
To be cautious, he should have escaped last night.
After all, with the Barbarian Slave in hand, a Heart Devouring Poisonous Insect can be refined anytime later; there’s no need to be so anxious.
However, the plan has undergone some slight changes...
"Chen Mo, is that the vessel chosen by Wu Lie?"
"Hah, I didn’t try to find you, yet you came to me... Since you’re here, leave your life behind."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Jinyi Young Master, and his figure transformed into a bloody light and vanished.
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...
Purple Cloud Temple.
The crowd gathered to pray was growing, and the Palace Square was nearly packed.
On the altar, the chanting group recited scriptures and played music, the sound soothing and pleasant, the atmosphere incredibly harmonious, immersing all the pilgrims who chimed in rhythmically.
"Taiji divides into mysteries, and True Martial arises to face calamity. Purple Qi pervades the North Pole, the Golden Palace suppresses Xuanming..."
The voices merged into one, causing the air to vibrate with a humming echo.
In the temple, the massive stone statue seemed to absorb some form of energy, its surface shimmering with a jade-like luster, and its expression became increasingly vivid.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the ground quaked fiercely.
The people almost stumbled and fell, and the chanting abruptly ceased as they looked around in confusion.
"An earthquake?"
Before they could react, an even stronger tremor came, shaking the entire Daoist Temple, tiles rained down like raindrops, and the ground was covered with web-like cracks.
Boom—
Accompanied by a thunderous blast, a giant creature emerged from the backyard, breaking through the soil!
Eight tentacles hooked onto the ridge beast, squatting on the roof, its huge head covered with bullet holes, bleeding profusely like a torrential downpour, nearly half of its dozens of eyes were blinded, looking extremely miserable!
"Monster, monster!"
"Help, it’s the Demon Clan! The Demon Clan is here!"
The crowd instantly became chaotic, screams rising and falling, as pilgrims jostled toward the entrance.
On the altar, the old Taoist frowned, strode toward the chanting group, grabbed the drumstick from one person’s hand, and started rhythmically beating, the chanting suddenly becoming intense:
"Good men and women, chant this scripture sincerely. All sins dissolved, blessings naturally bestowed. Forever bathed in True Martial grace, always dwell in tranquil realms..."
The air fell silent for a moment.
The previously terrified populace halted their steps, their expressions gradually calming, standing dazedly in place, muttering along: "Forever bathed in True Martial grace, always dwell in tranquil realms... Forever bathed in True Martial grace, always dwell in tranquil realms..."


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