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Then, a large number of paper figures flew out from behind Shou Chongzi, inflating and becoming three-dimensional in the air as if being inflated. A stack of talismans flew out from the altar in front of him and stuck to the mouths of each paper figure.

Just as Zhao Hao and Fatty reunited, they saw a large number of paper figures with talismans pasted on their mouths flying out from the depths of the valley in the distance. There were probably dozens or even hundreds of them!

It's the traditional style, with a small melon-shaped hat, a red face and a small patch of lips, a pale face, and wearing a funeral shroud—the kind of paper figure burned at funerals.

The fat man was stunned when he saw it.

Paper figure?

He looked at Zhao Hao and said, "You two are from the same school?!"

Zhao Hao was also taken aback, then suddenly remembered the connection between Shou Chongzi and Uncle Tie. It turned out that the two had learned the paper doll technique together when they were traveling the martial arts world together. It's just that the two of them ended up taking different paths.

This makes it necessary to have a competition!

Zhao Hao reached into his ring and pulled out a stack of yellow paper figures.

"Hmph! You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?! Take this!"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Hao sent the paper figures fluttering down, transforming into tiny yellow figures, each about the height of a person.

One hundred and eight of them, some with one eye, some with two eyes, each wearing their own equipment!

"Huh? Hehe! I've grown up, I've become bigger!"

The Minion, Dwarf Tiger Wang Ying, shouted excitedly and charged at the flying paper figure, brandishing his large knife.

Song Jiang, the timely rain, shouted loudly, "Brothers, charge!"

A group of Minions excitedly charged towards the flying paper figure, shouting battle cries.

Looking at the chaotic scene, the fat man asked, "Is this paper figure of yours even legitimate?"

As he spoke, Black Whirlwind Li Kui was wielding two psionic jet-powered battle axes, frantically hacking at the crotch of a paper figure...

"Paper is legitimate, but people are not necessarily so."

Shouchongzi waited nervously for the ceremony to begin while keeping an eye on his army of paper figures.

These paper figures are dressed in real burial clothes taken from corpses, and their bodies are sealed with vengeful spirits, even the most malevolent Black Iron 5-Star Soul-Sealing Paper Figures.

With just these 101 Black Iron 5-star Soul Sealing Paper Dolls, Shou Chongzi is more than capable of establishing himself in the southeast region.

However, he saw Zhao Hao's 108 little yellow paper figures, which were "spirit paper figures" that had received the thoughts of the little yellow figures.

The two sides fought fiercely and evenly! Overall, the Minions had the advantage because their methods were so diverse.

Shouchongzi felt that the paper Minion looked familiar at first glance, and after looking at it a few more times, he was furious!

"Ma Tie! Not only do you disregard our past friendship, but you even sent someone to ruin my plans! I'm not finished with you!"

The flames of love and hate between them were instantly ignited. Shou Chongzi grabbed a blood-red net from the altar, muttering incantations!

Blood began to drip continuously from the net, and then he tossed it into the air, whereupon the blood net vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, a huge red net fell over Zhao Hao and the fat man's heads, dripping blood and filth!

"Holy crap! It's Tian Gui!" The fat man suddenly shrank back, and his clothes transformed into a large umbrella over his head.

Zhao Hao: What about me? What about me? I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

There was no other way; Zhao Hao didn't want to get involved with this stuff, so he took out the Ice-Fire Fan again and started fanning it wildly at the sky!

After thirteen consecutive gusts of wind, the blood net was unable to fall down. The sky was ablaze with flames, and the blood net could not withstand the heat. It sizzled and crackled in the fire and quickly turned into ashes.

Shou Chongzi was taken aback, a sense of unease creeping into his heart: Ma Tie was incredibly cunning, never fighting an unprepared battle. These two weren't ordinary bronze-level fighters either; they possessed quite a few magical treasures. And could Ma Tie be secretly plotting to ambush him?

He considered backing out, but then he looked at the spirit root tree not far away, and the ceremony was about to begin. He was a little reluctant!

……

At that moment, not far outside the valley, an off-road vehicle suddenly stopped.

Zhao Hao had thoroughly searched the land ahead, making it impossible to walk any further.

Elena, Nanaya Saki, and the other three got off the car.

Elena surveyed the extent of the damage to the ground and said to the woman who had been crying the whole way, "Madam, it's going to be very dangerous ahead. You should stay in the car and wait for us. We'll bring your daughter back."

Ma Xiaoyu said, "That's right, don't worry. We will definitely take down that bad guy and rescue your daughter."

Shouchongzi, who was in the valley, had initially considered retreating.

Zhao Hao shouted, "Shou Chongzi, stop struggling! Die now! For Uncle Tie's sake, I'll let your soul be reincarnated!"

Shou Chongzi was instantly consumed by rage, his face turning red, and he showed no sign of backing down. "You brat, I will kill you! I will lock your remnant soul in a skeleton and send it to Ma Tie!"

Chapter 470 Your Retribution is Me

At this moment, one of Shou Chongzi's eyes had turned into a blood-red vertical pupil, and it was so wide that it looked as if it had bulged out twice.

Upon being glared at by those blood-red vertical pupils, Zhao Hao and the fat man were immediately enveloped by a strange, chilling spiritual energy.

The fat man felt a chill run down his spine and mentally shouted, "Watch out, Ritian!"

As he spoke, a lotus seat bloomed beneath his feet, with red lotuses and green duckweed suddenly appearing, enveloping him and protecting him.

Zhao Hao: Holy crap, you're just telling me to be careful, but you're not going to cover me up either!

This is his so-called brother!

A large, blood-red eyeball seemed to appear in the sky, staring intently at Zhao Hao.

A malevolent curse of bloodshed descended, threatening to evaporate the blood from Zhao Hao's body! Crimson spiritual energy rained down, turning the world crimson!

As for the fat man, he's already hiding inside the lotus bud.

"Fuck your mother!" Zhao Hao roared, pointing his sword finger straight at the sky.

A golden light flashed, and two golden fingers, each tens of meters long, pierced the blood-red eyeball in the air!

"Ouch!" Shou Chongzi cried out in the distance, covering his eyes, blood streaming from between his fingers.

However, Zhao Hao was also not feeling well, staring at his fingers with a serious expression.

Although the eye in the sky had disappeared, and the crimson spiritual energy was gone, Zhao Hao still felt a cold, slippery trace of spiritual energy remaining on his fingertips.

This doesn't feel like Shouchongzi's psionic energy. Shouchongzi's psionic energy is already mixed, a hodgepodge like a stew in a cauldron, containing all sorts of things. He's the kind of player who forcibly advanced to Bronze through some special means, and it's very difficult for him to improve further.

This little bit of spiritual energy is no ordinary thing; it's definitely not something Shouchongzi possessed.

Although Zhao Hao had poked out one of his eyes, Shou Chongzi only felt a slight pain. He took out a paper talisman and stuck it on his eye, making him look like a one-eyed dragon. In the blink of an eye, he was full of energy again.

Despite being blind in one eye, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you little brat, you've gotten yourself into big trouble!"

It turns out that his eye wasn't even his own. Although this person could no longer be called human, his obsession with going further was truly terrifying; he had used all sorts of forbidden methods.

And this blood-red vertical pupil was something he obtained by voluntarily offering up his own eye.

It is dedicated to a sinister god—the Eye of Omens.

Several years ago, when Zhao Hao first came into contact with the extraordinary and was working at Uncle Tie's shop, he unintentionally received a bead.

That thing brings endless misfortune; it's related to the ominous eye of the evil god.

After going around in circles, Zhao Hao got involved with this thing again.

At this moment, Zhao Hao was naturally unaware of any of this, nor did he care. Taking a beating without fighting back was not in his nature!

He stretched his hands above his head, and spiritual energy surged out rapidly, forming a fireball that instantly grew to three meters in diameter, with golden-red flames swirling inward, like a giant ball of magma!

"Old turtle, take this!" Zhao Hao flung the fireball out.

Not only did he throw the ball out, but he also fanned it frantically with a fan, and in an instant, wind and fire gathered together, making the night sky seem to be burned red!

The fat man watched with wide eyes: "What powerful fire magic! Ritian really did have some trump cards up his sleeve, and more than one!"

Among the group, Fatty was the first to suspect Zhao Hao. Although he seemed unreliable and carefree, Fatty was actually very perceptive and meticulous.

Now that even the American authorities have some suspicions about Zhao Hao, Fatty naturally has even more ideas.

Several times, he completely ignored Zhao Hao during his defenses, simply because he felt that this kid probably had many hidden cards up his sleeve, and he figured he should just look after himself.

The fireball had grown to a diameter of five meters while it was in the air. It looked like it was flying slowly, but in reality, it only took a few seconds to travel a hundred meters or so!

The sheer volume of hot air it generated was already thunderous.

The pressure changes along the way dried and crushed the ground, sending it flying towards the shattered earth.

Shou Chongzi, holding the peach wood sword, involuntarily leaned back, gritting his teeth. His pupils shrank to pinpoints in his remaining eye, and his face trembled violently!

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Genius, yet another genius! Ma Tie took you as his apprentice, he really saw your talent! They're all geniuses, hahahaha!"

He seemed to have been provoked by something, becoming both distraught and cynical!

"Myriad vengeful spirits, rise!" he cried out hoarsely, as if weeping blood.

The ground beneath their feet shattered in the next second, and countless black ghosts flew out from the ground, soaring straight into the sky like a black sandstorm!

The countless soulless ghosts surged towards the lava fireball like a giant wave, steadily holding it back and completely enveloping it. A dozen seconds later, the fireball was forcefully extinguished.

At this moment, Shou Chongzi's talisman hat fell off, his hair was disheveled, one eye was covered by a paper talisman, a trickle of blood flowed down, and his shoes were nowhere to be seen. He was disheveled, barefoot, and looked crazy.

Shou Chongzi roared, "You all have talent, you're amazing! You can call me a heretic, call me a demon, but do you know how much I paid to take even a small step closer?! I'm no longer human! Let me tell you, Ma Tie, I don't want to turn back. I'm going to climb to the top step by step. I want to become a god of evil!"

However, after yelling, he seemed to have vented his emotions and calmed down.

He placed the peach wood sword on the table and tidied his disheveled hair with both hands.

"Oh dear, I've lost my composure. It's been so many years since I've seen Ma Tie. How is he?"

Zhao Hao erected a barrier around himself, blocking the countless yin spirits from attacking him and the fat man.

There must be over a thousand of those spirits! These thousand spirits, painstakingly refined through rituals, are no ordinary beings…

These were all gathered by Shou Chongzi over several years in the southeast.

Evil beliefs are rampant there, the rules of the underworld are in chaos, and the souls of mortals are being plundered by many sorcerers.

Zhao Hao replied, "Uncle Tie is fine, he just doesn't want to see you."

Shou Chongzi grinned. "I reckon he doesn't want to see me either. When was the last time we met? It must have been almost thirty years, right? He's already a top disciple of Shangqing, and he even said that if I did anything evil again, he would show no mercy under divine lightning. But I heard he also suffered some misfortune later, his wife died, right?"

"Heh heh, I knew it! Getting involved in the struggles of those high-ranking people, how could it possibly end well? Cultivating the Tao is about cultivating oneself, where does all this talk of compassion and reshaping the world come from? It's all hypocrisy!"

"That's not for you to comment on. Looking at your inhuman, ghost-like appearance, what right do you have to talk about Uncle Tie!"

Shouchongzi wasn't angry at that, and nodded. "That's right! I'm a bit pathetic right now. After all, I'm just average~"