Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 48 Five Ghosts Formation

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Five Ghosts Formation

When Zhuo Yang saw the group of Taoists at the door, he suddenly felt that their attire looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that when he was treating Ke'er at the Dongfang family, he had killed a Taoist from the Qingxuan Temple.

what do you say that is?

Wu Hongliang planned to go and argue that as the organizer of the sales event, they must be able to handle unexpected events.

Zhuo Yang pulled him back and whispered, "The big fish haven't even appeared yet, but the small fry have already taken the bait. The sales event is over!"

After thinking for a moment, Wu Hongliang walked up to the stage, announced the end of the sales event, and apologized to the customers who had not yet purchased the Cold Spirit Pill.

The guests quickly left the hall. In fact, everyone could tell that someone from the cultivation world had come to cause trouble. Since they were not cultivators, it was best to stay away.

As the hall emptied, a group of Taoist priests rushed in and occupied half of it.

The other half consisted of a dozen or so bodyguards led by Dongfang Jiye and Wu Hongliang, who exuded a powerful aura, suggesting that the two sides were evenly matched.

In reality, any two of those Taoist priests could easily overwhelm the bodyguards, because they were all cultivators.

"People from Qingxuan Temple?"

Zhuo Yang stepped out of the crowd and stood between the two groups of people.

The old Taoist priest at the head of the group snorted heavily and stepped forward a few paces: "Boy, judging from your tone, you know my Qingxuan Temple! I am Shan Quan, the abbot of Qingxuan Temple."

Zhuo Yang cupped his hands in greeting and introduced himself.

"You are Zhuo Yang?" Shan Quan's eyes widened instantly, his hair and beard bristling, and a sudden burst of fierce aura erupted from his body, seemingly capable of blowing the clothes of those around him flying.

Zhuo Yang, standing at the center of the oppressive aura, calmly said, "It is indeed me!"

"Why did you kill my disciple Wu Xuan?" Shan Quan's face was full of anger, and he looked like he was about to burst into violence at any moment.

"I can't stand his cruelty in killing his own family members and turning their souls into demons!" Zhuo Yang snorted coldly, showing no sign of backing down.

"Master, kill him to avenge Senior Brother Wu Xuan!"

"Let's do it, Master!"

"Let me go first..."

The Taoist priests became agitated, each one filled with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to tear Zhuo Yang to pieces to vent their hatred.

Zhuo Yang looked at these people indifferently. Apart from the old Taoist priest in the middle who was at the Heartbeat stage, there wasn't a single one of them who had actually established their foundation.

Enemies of this caliber held no interest for him whatsoever.

"How do you want to die?" The old Taoist priest Shan Quan sneered, his whisk twitching slightly to attract Zhuo Yang's attention.

"The materials used for the whisk are quite good!" Zhuo Yang said with a faint smile.

Dan Quan was furious: "You ignorant fool, you dare to covet my magical artifacts even when you're about to die!"

"I'll give you two choices. First, hand over all the Cold Spirit Pills and their refining methods, and I'll spare your life. Second, let me kill you myself to avenge my disciple, Wu Xuan!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yang sneered, "Then you'll steal the Cold Spirit Pill, and preferably extract my soul to extract the secret formula, right?"

"You could say that!" Shan Quan grinned maliciously.

Zhuo Yang curled his lip in disdain: "You?"

"I will show no mercy when I strike!" Shan Quan narrowed his eyes, and his murderous aura rose to a new level.

The bodyguards couldn't withstand the pressure and were almost unable to stand.

Zhuo Yang waved his hand and said, "Old Wu, Dongfang, take your men out first, leave the rest to me!"

"Be careful!" Dongfang Jiye warned before leaving with his men.

Wu Hongliang followed behind, then suddenly stopped and said to Zhuo Yang, "Brother Zhuo, teach me how to cultivate later. I can't stand the suffocation from those damn cultivators anymore!"

Zhuo Yang nodded: "You and Dongfang should both learn!"

These two are both old and have no hope of ascending to immortality through cultivation, but they still have a long road ahead and will face other cultivators as their enemies. They must be given the ability to protect themselves.

The hall doors slammed shut again with a loud bang.

Dan Quan sneered a few times: "Kid, do you have any last words to say?"

Zhuo Yang pretended to be deep in thought, and after considering for a long time, he said, "Who sent you to test me, the Wang family or the Fu family?"

Dan Quan was taken aback for a moment, then said in a sinister tone, "You're overthinking it. I am a master of the Heartbeat stage, and not just anyone can command me!"

Zhuo Yang scoffed and said disdainfully, "You call someone in the Heartbeat stage a master? Your vision is too narrow."

"Bullshit!" Shan Quan roared in anger. With a wave of his hand, his disciples immediately scattered, each stepping on a star formation.

Zhuo Yang raised an eyebrow: "I didn't expect you to have some skills. Show me how powerful your Qingxuan Temple's formations are."

"Five Ghosts Formation, activate!"

Dan Quan chuckled sinisterly, flicked his whisk, and a gust of cold wind swept through, instantly dimming the light in the entire hall, as if one were in the deepest hell, with the cries of vengeful ghosts echoing in one's ears.

The group of Taoist priests had all vanished without a trace...

Zhuo Yang touched his chin curiously: "Illusion?"

"Jie Jie..."

A piercing laugh rang out, and a sudden chill ran down my spine.

Zhuo Yang dodged, and in the instant he turned around, he saw a faint mist forming the shape of a knife, which was stabbing towards him, but he dodged it.

The fog dissipated quickly, but Zhuo Yang noticed that more fog was gathering, making the hall feel eerie.

"interesting!"

Zhuo Yang sighed with slight interest, then waved his hand and delivered a slap.

With a sharp crack, a Taoist priest was pulled out of the mist, rolled on the ground, then hurriedly got up and disappeared back into the mist.

"Hiding in the mist, launching a sneak attack—what a terrible formation!" Zhuo Yang understood and sneered.

"Don't underestimate me, take this!"

Enraged, Shan Quan, who was driving the formation, roared and activated a secret technique.

In an instant, the mist surged, slowly coalescing into five humanoid mist clusters. Each cluster held a weapon made of mist: a knife, a spear, a sword, a halberd, and an axe.

"what……"

A cloud of mist emitted a piercing shriek, then leaped towards Zhuo Yang, wielding his mist blade and unleashing a powerful downward slash.

Zhuo Yang neither dodged nor avoided, but instead swung his hand and delivered a palm strike.

Thunder in the Palm!

Lightning appeared on his arm, gathered in his palm, and then burst forth rapidly.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck the humanoid cloud of mist, instantly shattering it and turning it into a cloud of mist.

However, the next moment, it regrouped and launched another attack on Zhuo Yang.

The other four humanoid mists joined the battle, instantly surrounding Zhuo Yang and creating a perilous situation. Zhuo Yang could easily disperse the mists, but they would regroup, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

"I hate mazes!"

Zhuo Yang thought of the desert maze he had encountered before, and felt resentful.

Not wanting to waste any time, he suddenly stopped in the center of the hall, raised his palm above his head, and shouted: "Heaven-Shattering Thunder!"

In an instant, lightning filled the entire hall, and bolts of lightning struck down, instantly shattering all the humanoid mists.

A scream followed immediately...