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

The bald, evil cultivator touched the black tattoo on half of his face, his expression full of disdain.

"These young people nowadays have probably watched too many superhero movies and their brains have gone haywire."

The bald, evil cultivator snorted coldly, his eyes scanning Yang Guang up and down with disdain.

"Kid, you're barely out of the woods, what are you trying to prove by acting all high and mighty?"

"Look at your delicate skin and flesh, your blood and energy are quite vigorous. It just so happens that our Blood Gathering Formation is still missing a few living people as catalysts."

"Since you're so eager to come and die, then we'll use the three of you as a sacrifice for our flag!"

Another evil cultivator standing nearby, holding a drum made of human skin, licked his lips maliciously: "Boss, this fat monk is all fat, he'll definitely bleed a lot."

"That husky is perfect for slaughtering; we can make a dog meat hot pot to nourish ourselves."

The evil cultivator stared intently at Yang Guang, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"As for this kid, he has plenty of yang energy."

"If you were to directly extract the tendons and skin and refine them into a mother-child Yin spirit, it would definitely be a handy and top-quality magic weapon."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes as he listened to them making arrangements for him.

His hands remained firmly in his school uniform pockets, as steady as a mountain.

He turned to look at Chu Sheng beside him.

"Monk, did you hear me?"

"They're going to bleed you dry, and then they're going to stew that idiot."

Chu Sheng held one hand in front of his chest and tossed the large, thick porcelain cup twice in his other hand.

His face still wore that solemn and dignified expression.

"Amitabha."

"The menacing aura emanating from you gentlemen is far too strong."

"Since you are so stubborn, this humble monk will have no choice but to use pure physical therapy to loosen your muscles and bones today."

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Chu Sheng turned the volume knob of the subwoofer speaker on his waist all the way to the bottom.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

The DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra, enhanced with heavy metal remixes, instantly shook the entire bungalow, causing dust to fall from its ceiling.

The thumping rhythm, accompanied by the ear-piercingly high volume, echoed back and forth in the enclosed room.

These heretical practitioners were already performing rituals.

The worst thing is to be restless.

Startled by the lousy speaker, his head buzzed, and his face instantly turned extremely pale.

The bald, heretical monk covered his ears and cursed angrily.

"You bald-headed monk!"

"Turn that piece of junk off!"

Yang Guang snapped his fingers, interrupting the bald man.

"Alright."

"Stop acting all high and mighty and stop spouting nonsense. I'm in a hurry."

Yang Guang took a step forward, head held high and chest out.

He focused his energy in his dantian, and his voice directly drowned out the sound waves of the Great Compassion Mantra.

"You bunch of blind bastards, listen up!"

"I will never change my name or surname!"

"The head of the Fengdu Rebirth Agency, the last Celestial Master of our time!"

"Yang Guang!"

The voice just fell.

The arrogant expressions of the seven evil cultivators instantly froze on their faces.

Aside from the booming of the Great Compassion Mantra, the scene inside the room was extremely awkward.

The tall, thin, evil cultivator's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost dropped the soul-summoning banner.

"You...you're Yang Guang?"

The tattoo on the bald, evil cultivator's face twitched violently twice.

Then.

His eyes blazed with ecstatic joy.

The bald, evil cultivator laughed loudly, his laughter filled with boundless greed and chilling malice.

"You've got the path to heaven but choose the path to hell!"

"I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me effortlessly!"

The bald, evil cultivator stared intently at Yang Guang, his face contorted with rage.

"The higher-ups have already given a strict order: whoever gets your head will have performed a major service for the sect!"

"We originally planned to wait until this magical artifact was finished before going to the city to settle accounts with you."

"I never expected you to come here so eagerly to die!"

Yang Guang curled his lip, picked at his ear, and said with a look of disdain, "You bunch of ugly ducklings think you can take my life?"

"In my eyes, you're not even human; you're all just a bunch of walking ATMs and money exchange machines."

These contemptuous words enraged the evil cultivators.

How can one tolerate being humiliated like this by a high school student?

"How arrogant!"

The bald, evil cultivator slapped his thigh and roared.

"Brothers!"

"Grab your weapons!"

"Kill him first!"

At a command, the seven evil cultivators pulled out their most prized magical artifacts.

The skinny monkey suddenly waved the soul-summoning banner in his hand.

Someone brought out a string of bones, and someone else beat a drum made of human skin.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the room.

The already nauseating smell of blood was now mixed with a bone-chilling coldness.

Accompanied by bursts of mournful wails and howls.

Black smoke began to billow out of the blood-gathering array jar in the center of the hall.

Thick black smoke billowed out.

More than a dozen blood-red phantoms crawled out from inside, baring their fangs and claws.

It was filled with resentment, evil spirits and vengeful ghosts that they had cruelly refined!

They were all blue-faced and fanged, with bloodshot eyes, fingernails as long as daggers, and blackish-red pus and blood dripping from their bodies.

The bald, evil cultivator looked at the room full of evil spirits with a smug and arrogant expression.

"Kid!"

"See that?"

"These are all top-grade ferocious beasts that we refined using hundreds of living souls!"

"Today I'll show you what it feels like to be torn apart by a hundred ghosts, to be doomed forever!"

"Get them!"

"Tear this arrogant brat to shreds alive!"

Just when they thought Yang Guang would be so frightened by the spectacle of a hundred ghosts parading at night that he would either wet himself or kneel down and beg for mercy.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

Chu Sheng touched his shiny bald head, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the room full of vengeful spirits.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, this is quite a show of force. So many evil spirits, the merit from performing the rituals to help them pass on will be considerable."

"This humble monk's large porcelain cup can no longer contain the fire; today, I must unleash a massacre."

Meanwhile, Er Lengzi, who had been squatting silently to the side, remained silent.

This feeling was even more exciting than winning a five million dollar lottery.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, burst forth with a bright green light the moment it saw the room full of evil spirits.

That look in his eyes.

It wasn't like looking at a deadly monster; it was like looking at a free buffet!

The drool immediately dripped from the dog's mouth onto the ground, soaking a large area of ​​the cement.

Er Lengzi was so excited he was trembling all over, his paws digging frantically in the ground, ready to launch himself at any moment.

"Woof woof woof!"

It howled and barked wildly at the group of evil spirits.

To outsiders, it sounded like he was just making a racket, but Yang Guang and Chu Sheng knew perfectly well that this silly dog ​​was definitely speaking fluent Northeastern dialect.

"Oh my god!"

"We're rich! We're rich!"

"This is a super nutritious buffet!"

"These bastards are really sensible. They knew I was hungry, so they brought out the main course without even saying hello!"

The evil spirits, having received orders from the heretic, let out a series of piercing screams and rushed towards the main gate.

Leading the charge was a female ghost dressed in red.

With a nauseating, fishy stench, the female ghost lunged straight at Er Lengzi...