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

Despite saying that, Yang Guang didn't even intend to move his foot.

There was no annoyance on his face, but rather a hint of sarcasm.

"die?"

"In the eyes of the person in charge of the funeral parlor, death is just the first step in the process."

as predicted.

The point at which Taigu stopped breathing.

A wisp of smoke rose from the top of his skull.

A transparent soul suddenly emerged from its shell.

Although the physical body dies, the soul leaves the body in an instant!

That old scoundrel's scheme was extremely shrewd.

He could be reborn as long as his soul could escape this house and possess a young man, even if he abandoned this old body.

Taigu's soul floated in mid-air, a vicious, venomous grin on his face.

He was about to transform into a gust of wind and rush out through the hole in the roof.

This node.

Er Lengzi, who had been squatting in the corner swallowing hard, finally moved.

"Woof!"

The heterochromatic-eyed husky left two white marks on the paving stones with its four bowed legs, its body transforming into a black and white cannonball.

It was so fast that it left no afterimage.

Its mouth, big enough to fit a volleyball, suddenly opened wide.

"Snap!"

While in mid-air, Taigu felt an indescribable, excruciating pain in his right calf.

The simpleton bit his soul in one gulp!

"Holy crap, where are you hitting me with?!"

With Taigu's leg dangling from his mouth, Er Lengzi surprisingly uttered a sentence in authentic Northeastern accent.

The big head swung down.

They forcefully pulled the floating Taigu soul down from the air and slammed it to the ground.

I was completely stunned by the fall.

Is the reaction that fast?

What followed was a piercing scream that echoed throughout the abandoned school.

Physical torture is merely pain in the skin and flesh.

If the soul is injured, it directly tears apart the root of consciousness!

The pain was amplified more than a hundred times!

Er Lengzi pressed down hard on Taigu's soul shoulder with his two front paws.

The dog's teeth rubbed repeatedly against his calf.

His drool dripped down like a leaky faucet, landing on Taigu's translucent old face.

It splattered dog saliva all over his face.

"Pooh!"

Er Lengzi shook his head, his face full of disgust, and said, "This old Deng isn't fat at all!"

"It was all bone fragments, and it tasted like moldy, dead rats!"

Er Lengzi turned to Yang Guang and wagged his tail: "Dad Yang, can we eat this?"

"If all else fails, I'll just dip it in some wasabi and eat it as a chew stick."

Taigu's soul struggled desperately under the dog's paws.

The excruciating pain, magnified a hundredfold, caused his entire soul to flicker violently, almost becoming transparent.

He stared in horror at the husky that could speak human language, feeling as if his entire worldview had been turned upside down.

"Let me go!"

"What kind of monster are you?!"

Yang Guang slowly bent down and reached into his worn-out backpack.

A willow twig, about two feet long and with a bluish-black sheen, appeared in his hand.

This willow branch has quite a history.

It was struck by lightning and then soaked in the blood of a child's brow for forty-nine days.

Willow branches are inherently effective at suppressing evil spirits, not to mention they have so many additional buffs.

If you strike a ghost, it's like ten thousand ants gnawing at its heart or a raging fire burning its body.

Yang Guang held the willow branch and slowly walked to the front of Taigu's soul.

"You think I'm easy to fool?"

Yang Guang flicked his wrist.

The willow twigs produced a popping sound as they were drawn into the air.

"I'll ask you one last time: how much do you really know about what happened to my father back then?"

Taigu gritted his teeth, his soul twisting in pain, but the madness in the bones of the evil cultivator remained.

"You won't get a single word out of me!"

"Snapped!"

Yang Guang didn't waste any words.

He lashed down with the whip.

The Ghost-Slaying Whip landed precisely on Taigu's soul's back.

"laugh……"

A loud bang, like boiling oil being poured with cold water, exploded out.

A large plume of acrid white smoke immediately rose from the point of contact.

A deep, charred whip mark ran across Taigu's entire back.

"ah!!!!"

Taigu's voice completely cracked.

The cry was so piercing, like the wailing of an owl, that even the wild grass outside trembled in fright.

The entire soul curled up into a shrimp-like shape and rolled around frantically on the blue bricks.

That pain is a million times more terrifying than being skinned alive and having your tendons pulled out!

"A tough guy, huh?"

Yang Guang showed no mercy and raised his Ghost-Slaying Whip once more.

"Snapped!"

"Will you tell or not?"

"I don't... Ah!"

"Snapped!"

"I told you not to talk!"

Yang Guang remained unfazed, and the willow branches in his hand fell like raindrops.

With each slap, Taigu's soul emitted a chilling scream.

White smoke billowed.

His soul power was visibly dissipating, making him increasingly transparent.

Er Lengzi had already slipped to the side and was squatting on the threshold, smacking his lips.

"My goodness, Mr. Yang's technique is truly masterful."

He slapped it more than a dozen times.

Taigu completely broke down.

The pain was magnified a hundredfold, and the torment of the magical artifact directly burning the soul.

His seemingly impenetrable psychological defenses crumbled like a sandcastle.

His pride and dignity were shattered into nothingness by Yang Guang's unreasonable and violent beating.

"Stop hitting him!"

"stop!"

"Stop!"

Taigu kowtowed frantically on the ground, wailing repeatedly, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Please, just give me a quick death!"

Yang Guang's wrist froze in mid-air.

He looked down at Taigu with a cold gaze and sneered, "If you had confessed earlier, you would have saved yourself this beating."

"explain!"

Taigu was panting heavily, as if he weren't breathing at all.

The soul also began to tremble violently.

Yang Guang pressed his wrist down.

The dark green willow branch hung less than three inches above Taigu's head, and the residual Celestial Master's Qi on the Demon-Slaying Whip emitted a faint crackling sound, with white smoke billowing out.

Taigu's once stern and transparent old face was now filled with fear, his features twisted like a kneaded dough.

He lay sprawled on the dusty blue bricks, his ethereal soul trembling uncontrollably, his hands clutching his head tightly.

"I...I don't know..."

Taigu stammered out a few words, unable to even form a complete sentence.

These words were spoken.

The air in the storage room stagnated for two seconds.

Yang Guang's expression immediately fell apart. His previous relaxed attitude, which had been somewhat like watching a show, was instantly replaced by a ferocious look.

Is this old man just messing with people here?

You were so confident before that you knew everything, but now that you've taken your pants off, you're telling me you don't know?

Yang Guang raised his right foot and kicked Taigu Soul Body in the shoulder without any mercy, making the old man roll twice on the ground.

"You think you can mess with me, huh?"

Yang Guang swung his arm in a backhand motion.

The willow branch in his hand produced a sharp whistling sound.

Snapped!

The crisp, crackling sounds echoed back and forth in the cramped space.

The blow landed directly on Taigu's thigh.

A plume of acrid white smoke shot into the sky, and a gaping wound was ripped open in Taigu's thigh, from which yin energy gushed out like water bursting its banks.

"what!"

Taigu let out a bloodcurdling scream, curled up like a deep-fried shrimp, and rolled around on the ground in agony.

"I didn't know you were shouting so loudly just now?"