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

The middle-aged man's face was contorted with rage as he frantically shook the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

"You want to drag me down with you?"

"You don't deserve it!"

Yang Guang's carefree smile vanished, and his eyes instantly turned icy cold.

With a flick of his wrist, a wooden sword about half a foot long and entirely black appeared in his hand.

A magical artifact crafted from century-old lightning-struck wood!

Yang Guang swiftly slashed the sword with two fingers of his left hand.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple, transform into divine thunder!"

"The mighty power of Heaven, let us unleash it with our swords!"

The voice just fell.

The night sky, which had just had a few stars, was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, tore through the clouds and struck Yang Guang's lightning-struck wooden sword squarely in his hand!

The intense light instantly illuminated the entire western suburbs.

Yang Guang was bathed in lightning, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a thunder god descending to earth.

"Die, you little brat!"

Yang Guang leaped up, unleashing a devastating thunderous force, and slashed directly at the evolving black zombie with his sword.

"Snap!"

There was absolutely no suspense.

The black zombie, which hadn't even fully evolved into a flying corpse, was cleaved in two from head to toe by this violent heavenly lightning!

Before it could even scream, it turned into a pile of black ash.

Not only that.

The remaining lightning power spread along the concrete floor of the rooftop.

The electric shock landed directly on the middle-aged man.

"what!"

The middle-aged man let out a piercing scream, his body billowing black smoke, and collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell he was so proud of was instantly blasted into several pieces of scrap metal by the impact of this extremely yang lightning.

Yang Guang, carrying the lightning-struck wooden sword that was still crackling with electricity, swaggered up to the middle-aged man.

She stepped on his chest.

"Is that all you've got? You think you can pull off an ambush?"

"Your surprise wasn't all that great, it almost made me sleepy."

Yang Guang tugged at the middle-aged man's clothes with his toe, his face full of disgust: "You're wasting my sleep time in the middle of the night."

"Speak."

"The delivery fee is 200 yuan. Are you planning to pay in cash or by scanning a QR code?"

"Oh, right."

"You used thirty of my talisman papers, each worth ten thousand, for a total of three hundred thousand."

"Adding the cost of the lightning strike, rounding it down, making it 500,000 isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Yang Guang took out his phone and skillfully opened the payment QR code.

"Hurry up, scan the code!"

The middle-aged man lying on the ground was already on the verge of death from being struck by lightning.

Upon hearing Yang Guang's words, he rolled his eyes.

He spat out a mouthful of blood two meters away and fainted on the spot from anger.

"Holy crap?"

Yang Guang's eyes widened.

"If you don't have money, why are you pretending to be a big shot!"

"You poor wretch!"

Yang Guang angrily put away his phone and waved to the simpleton who was pretending to be mute.

"The work is done."

"Quickly check if this guy has anything valuable on him, take it back and sell it secondhand, that can help fill my empty pockets."

Er Lengzi immediately ran over and skillfully used his paws to search the body of the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground.

at this time.

Old Jia and Chu Sheng, who were guarding the gate downstairs, heard the commotion upstairs subside and climbed up the stairs, panting.

Just then, they saw Yang Guang stepping on the middle-aged man, while Er Lengzi was looting the corpse.

Chu Sheng touched his bald head, raised one hand to his chest, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, your methods of physical exorcism are getting more and more refined."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

He said arrogantly, "Nonsense!"

"Don't you even know who I am!"

"Can't this be handled?"

At this moment, Er Lengzi withdrew his dog paw from the unconscious corpse-driver.

It spat on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Woof woof!"

Before the police arrived, Er Lengzi quickly switched to a pure Northeastern accent, lowered his voice, and cursed, "Dad Yang, this bastard's body is cleaner than my dog's face!"

"He didn't even have a penny, just a beat-up Nokia phone in his pocket, the kind that doesn't even have Snake!"

"So poor and still hanging around in the underworld, what a disgrace to villains!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, though a smug smile remained on his face.

But in his mind, he quickly started making plans.

Although the sudden burst of lightning just now looked fierce, it was by no means a surprise.

It's a headache.

These heretical cultivators are like rats that have multiplied too much in the sewers.

Kill one, and another will follow.

Moreover, this group of people had a remarkably consistent goal: they were all heading towards Fengdu City.

To be more precise, they came for the evil god that was buried beneath the old city!

No matter how powerful I am, or how amazing my Heavenly Master Thunder Magic is, even if I work overtime every night for free, I still can't withstand this bunch of bastards' relentless attacks.

If we can't come up with a safe way to lure them all out and catch them all in one fell swoop.

It really took half a year for the evil god to break free of his seal.

Forget about getting married and having children for the Yang family; even his ashes will be scattered by these people!

Being in the dark while we are in the light is a truly frustrating feeling.

Yang Guang touched his chin.

It seems we still have to continue with the previous policy.

Using someone else to do your dirty work.

There's no harm in not using these regular troops from Bureau 749.

Old Zeng, that big grudge, and Xiao Bai, that arrogant idiot, we have to find them something to do.

Let these officials take the blame while we reap the benefits and gain merit.

This is the true path to wealth and prosperity.

Just as I was pondering this, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the hallway.

The beam of the flashlight swung wildly in the dark stairwell as Lin Yue, leading several fully armed young criminal police officers, rushed up to the rooftop, panting heavily.

"Don't move!"

A young man, holding a gun, instinctively shouted.

But the next second, when everyone's flashlight beams shone simultaneously onto the rooftop, the entire area fell into a deathly silence.

On the wide concrete ground, there were huge craters everywhere, scorched by lightning.

Four or five charred black objects emitted a pungent stench and were still emitting wisps of smoke.

In the very center lay a hairless zombie that had been split in two from head to toe!

The liquid flowing out was all black and foul-smelling, and maggots were crawling all over the ground.

Next to them lay a middle-aged man, seemingly oblivious to his own mortality, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

This scene is a hundred times more chaotic than any horror movie.

Lin Yue, who was following behind, gasped in shock.

Although she and Yang Guang had dealt with many paranormal events, this was the first time she had ever seen such a scene, which resembled a nuclear explosion on a battlefield.

Those zombies that were killed were obviously unusual; they were definitely not ordinary corpses.

Especially the monster that was split in two, its size was ridiculously large.

Lin Yue strode forward, bypassing the black blood on the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Yang Guang, who was standing in the middle with his hands in his pockets, with worry in her eyes.

"Yang Guang, are you alright?"

Lin Yue looked him up and down, as if afraid he might be missing a piece of flesh.

"fine."

Yang Guang waved his hand dismissively and shrugged: "These few crooked boys can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

"It's just that it made my school uniform stink."