He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang suddenly raised his right hand high, his five fingers spread wide.

Between the index and middle fingers, faint silver-blue electric light flickered wildly.

"Five Thunder Palm!"

"Die, you little brat!"

Yang Guang, without holding back, slapped the fleeing ghost's back from afar.

"Boom!"

Inside the unfinished building, another deafening clap of thunder echoed through the dry season.

The thick bolt of lightning, like a silver python, pierced through the void in an instant and struck the guide ghost with perfect accuracy.

"what!"

The ghost who led the way didn't even have time to let out a complete scream.

That soul, brimming with sin and bloodlust, was like a piece of waterlogged toilet paper before the domineering Five Thunder Orthodox Law.

Vanished into thin air in an instant!

Utterly annihilated!

Not even a trace of yin energy remained in the air.

Only a faint smell of burning remained.

"Pooh!"

Yang Guang looked at the spot where the guide ghost had disappeared and spat fiercely.

"What kind of trash dares to mess with the people I'm protecting?"

"Be more careful in your next life..."

"Oh no, you don't even qualify to be a ghost, so don't even mention the possibility of a next life."

Yang Guang clapped his hands and was about to turn around when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man's corpse that had been drained dry by the white zombie.

At this moment, a semi-transparent phantom slowly floated up above the shriveled corpse, which resembled dried bacon.

It was the ghost of that evil old cultivator.

The old man's ghost, hunched over, crept stealthily along the base of the wall, like a thief, slowly making its way out of the unfinished building.

As he moved, he kept glancing back at Yang Guang, afraid of being discovered.

His furtive manner made him look just like someone stealing landmines.

Yang Guang almost burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, does this old man have some kind of misunderstanding about my eyesight?"

"You're a fresh-faced ghost, still radiating such a strong aura of malevolence, trying to hide in front of a Taoist master like me?"

"You really think I have glaucoma, huh?"

Yang Guang gave a cold snort.

Without even moving a step, he turned his head and stared intently at the old man's ghost.

He suddenly raised his right arm, his palm slightly open in the direction the old man was running away.

"Come here, you little brat!"

Yang Guang's wrist jerked.

A terrifying suction force instantly erupted from his palm.

It's like a vacuum cleaner turned up to its maximum power.

The old man's ghost had just floated to the window, one foot already out, ready to jump and escape.

As a result, I felt an irresistible force coming from behind me.

Holy crap!

The old man let out a terrified scream.

The ghost flew back in a flash, like a movie playing in reverse.

"Snapped!"

Yang Guang precisely grabbed the old man's ghost by the neck.

The force in his hand was perfectly controlled, enough to prevent him from being instantly killed, yet enough to make him feel what suffocation was.

"Run?"

Keep running!

Yang Guang looked at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Old man, did you really think I forgot about you when I was dealing with them?"

"You're out delivering takeout to me in the middle of the night, and I haven't even given you a five-star review yet! How can you leave like this?"

The old man's ghost was being choked until his eyes rolled back, and he struggled desperately, his hands gripping Yang Guang's wrists tightly.

But Yang Guang's hand was like an iron clamp, completely still.

Even more deadly is...

A faint golden light shimmered on Yang Guang's hands.

The Celestial Master's Pure Yang Energy!

To a ghost, this thing is practically no different from a red-hot branding iron.

A hissing sound instantly came from the old man's neck, and puffs of black smoke rose from it.

The old man was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Kid, let me go!"

Yang Guang not only didn't loosen his grip, but tightened it even more: "Let you go?"

"Dream on!"

Yang Guang's eyes turned cold, and his tone instantly plummeted to icy: "Confess!"

Why are you targeting me?

"If you old dog have a problem with me, just come at me directly."

"Fights, brawls, poisoning, assassinations—I'll take them all!"

"But why the hell are you targeting the people around me?"

"What kind of man would lay a hand on my daughter?"

"Even if you die, if you were still alive, I'd definitely send you for a sex reassignment surgery so you'd know what a real woman is like!"

Faced with Yang Guang's barrage of questions and insults...

Although the old man was in excruciating pain, the ruthless streak of a heretical cultivator was still there in his bones.

He struggled to lift his head.

His triangular eyes held no hint of pleading; instead, they were filled with resentment and madness.

"Pooh!"

The old man spat out a non-existent yin energy at Yang Guang and laughed through gritted teeth.

"Kid, don't get too cocky!"

"I admit I was outmatched today. I underestimated your strength, you little bastard."

"But so what?"

"At worst, my soul will be scattered!"

The old man laughed wildly, his entire face contorted in rage: "You really think killing me will make this all over?"

"Keep dreaming!"

"Let me tell you, I'm not the only one eyeing you!"

Even if I die, countless people will still come looking for trouble and hunt you down!

"You and the people around you whom you care about."

"They will all be implicated because of you, and they will all die a horrible death!"

"Just you wait, this inescapable trap has been laid for you."

"This pursuit will never stop until you are completely dead and vanish from the face of the earth!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see Yang Guang being devoured by ten thousand ghosts and dying a miserable death in the street.

Come on!

"Get started!"

"You'll utterly terrify me!"

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs, hahaha!"

Yang Guang couldn't help but grimace at this classic villainous shouting scene.

The way he looked at the old man was as if he were looking at an idiot: "Hey Old Deng, have you been reading too many CEO romance novels, or are you addicted to acting in short dramas?"

"Are you trying to put on this grand, heroic act of sacrificing oneself for me?"

Yang Guang picked at his ear, his face full of disdain: "Countless people are chasing after me?"

"If one comes, I'll snatch one ghost tooth; if two come, I'll smoke two bottles of ghost tears."

"I'd love for more of you money-giving lucky charms to come, so I can raise enough money to buy a big villa."

Yang Guang stared at the old man's face, which was contorted by his maniacal laughter.

He said slowly, "Stop talking nonsense."

"I don't care what other scoundrels are behind this, I'm only asking you this once."

Who is behind this?

Why are you targeting me?

"Speak quickly."

"otherwise……"

Yang Guang's smile gradually turned distorted.

He lowered his voice, as if whispering to a demon: "Otherwise, I promise I won't let you be so easily obliterated."

The old man snorted coldly, his demeanor full of arrogance.

"Whatever!"

"Go ahead and torture me if you dare! I've practiced evil arts for decades; what kind of pain haven't I experienced?"

"You think you can get anything out of me? No way!"