22: Remember what I look like? Then I can't keep you.

Yang Danhong's disdainful expression froze, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

He was horrified to discover that the Yin Qi he had hidden within his body using a secret technique was surging out uncontrollably.

"How is this possible!"

A monstrous wave of shock rose in Yang Danhong's heart.

Ever since he joined the Holy Sect, he had been constantly warned by people within the sect.

How precious and scarce the Yin Qi bestowed by the Unborn Old Mother was.

Not only would absorbing it not cause meridian necrosis, but it could also rapidly increase one's cultivation.

His advancement to the mid-second realm in just three short years was the best proof.

Most importantly, as long as he didn't actively expose himself, even the Night Watch Division would find it difficult to discover him!

"But this kid... he can actually make the Yin Qi in my body lose control?" Yang Danhong's eyes became extremely dangerous.

If this child isn't eliminated, he will surely become a major threat to the Holy Sect!

A cold light burst from Yang Danhong's eyes, and the long saber at his waist slashed out fiercely.

His right hand, which Lu Ming had held tightly, was finally released.

When he was just held by him, it was like a water pump was installed outside his body; the Yin Qi in his body was rapidly draining away.

"Who exactly are you?" He stared intently at Lu Ming, his voice containing a barely perceptible tremor.

Lu Ming leisurely patted the non-existent dust from his sleeves, a half-smile playing on his lips: "I'm your father."

Damn, damn, damn!

Fang Hengwen was Yang Danhong!

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.

Then, a chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to their heads.

A Myriad Gods Sect scumbag was right under their noses!

Since when?!

Lin Qiming abruptly turned to look at Fang Hengwen behind him, only to see that the subordinate who had just been fanning the flames now had no trace of obsequiousness or disdain on his face.

Instead, there was a sinister coldness, identical to Yang Danhong's.

His mouth hung open, his face filled with shock.

He felt that his most prized intelligence was somewhat insufficient.

"Yang Danhong... you..." Lin Qiming's voice was a bit dry.

He couldn't even imagine it; if Yang Danhong had suddenly attacked him with a knife earlier, he would have already passed his seventh-day memorial.

Yang Danhong slowly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

His aura began to change; Fang Hengwen's original face receded, replaced by that of a gloomy middle-aged man.

"Lord Lin hasn't been looking for me all this time? Why, now that I'm out, you seem a little unhappy?"

That cat-and-mouse gaze sharply pricked Lin Qiming's nerves.

Lin Qiming drew the long sword from his waist, his face so grim that water could be squeezed from it: "Since when?"

"Since the first day you arrested me."

Yang Danhong stretched his wrists, his gaze sweeping over the Inspection Team members present, carrying undisguised killing intent.

"The identity of Fang Hengwen was quite useful. I originally wanted to play with you all a bit longer. What a pity, this kid ruined it."

Yang Danhong's words made the Inspection Team members feel a chill down their necks.

Lin Qiming, damn it, you're harboring a ghost again, don't you know?

When will you be like Team Leader Lu, able to tell a human from a ghost at a glance!!

The Inspection Team immediately became highly vigilant, surrounding Yang Danhong in three layers.

But Yang Danhong showed no sign of panic on his face; instead, he clapped his hands, and his sinister laughter echoed through the crowd.

"What a pity, the game is over. Everyone, until we meet again!"

As he spoke, his gaze returned to Lu Ming, his venomous expression almost solidifying: "Lu Ming, right? Be careful when your family members go out in the future, hehe..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Danhong suddenly moved!

His figure retreated rapidly like a ghost, while his left hand formed a strange incantation.

The surging Yin Qi around him instantly condensed into several black tentacles, lashing out at Lu Ming and the surrounding Inspection Team members.

Wherever the Yin Qi passed, the air froze, carrying a nauseating, putrid smell.

"Be careful!" Lin Qiming shouted in a low voice, while his figure shot out like lightning.

Sword energy flashed, sweeping horizontally towards the black tentacles.

"Bang bang!"

The tentacles suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist.

"Be careful, this Yin Qi is poisonous!"

Lin Qiming felt a burst of anger; his cultivation was somewhat higher than Yang Danhong's.

But this rat's methods were insidious, and he had escaped this way multiple times.

The Inspection Team members were even more terrified, retreating repeatedly.

A few days ago, they had witnessed several teammates being struck by the black gas, instantly turning into a pool of blood.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, goodbye!"

Yang Danhong's laughter was mocking, and his figure leaped onto the rooftop.

"Want to leave? Have you asked me?"

Lu Ming's voice was chilling with killing intent. Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his feet, and the bluestone slab cracked like a spiderweb.

The moment the Thunderclap Killing Burst erupted, blood-red lightning, like a swarm of dancing snakes, obliterated all life within several meters around him.

He himself was like a bolt of lightning, speeding towards Yang Danhong.

The beam where Yang Danhong had just landed suddenly vibrated violently; he looked down.

His pupils constricted, and he quickly activated all his Yin Qi, attempting to resist.

"What the hell is this thing!"

But Lu Ming ignored it directly. As soon as the black mist touched his body, it exploded with crackling sounds, instantly being incinerated into ash.

In just one breath's time.

Lu Ming's figure suddenly appeared before him, carrying a sky-filling thunderous might—violent, brutal, determined to destroy everything.

Yang Danhong's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needlepoints, and a violent aura instantly suppressed him.

He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, grunting as he flew backward, crashing into the roof beam.

He couldn't move at all!

Yang Danhong clutched his chest, coughing up black blood, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lu Ming: "Who exactly are you!"

Lu Ming walked towards him step by step, each step making his heart tremble.

"Hehe? Why aren't you 'hehe-ing' anymore? You're the one who loves playing games, right?"

"Haven't you heard, 'today's grudge, settled today'? Talking tough only makes everyone laugh. Come on, come and kill me!"

Lu Ming slowly drew the straight saber from his waist. The blood-red lightning dancing on the blade made Yang Danhong's hair stand on end.

"You, too, are worthy of threatening me?"

The Inspection Team members were stunned by this scene.

Even the Yin Qi that their superior was helpless against was so vulnerable in Lu Ming's hands!

Yang Danhong fiercely wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth. Remembering the Elder's plan, he immediately gave up resisting.

It's fine. I just need to endure a month or two in the Law Enforcement Team's dungeon, and I'll be a good man again.

He raised his hands high, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Come on, you won this round. Come and catch me."

Lu Ming's steps did not falter, and the sharp whistle of the straight saber cutting through the air was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

The slight smile on Yang Danhong's face had not yet faded, but his pupils suddenly widened.

No!

There was not the slightest hesitation in this kid's eyes; it was pure, undisguised killing intent!

"You dare!" Yang Danhong shrieked, his pupils filled with despair.

Just like the commoners who died by his blade, he couldn't understand why this person still wanted to kill him, even though he had clearly given up resisting.

But Lu Ming's saber had already arrived.

Blood-red lightning furiously danced on the blade, carrying the domineering power to incinerate all evil, and pierced into his chest as easily as cutting tofu.

"Pfft!"

The clear, piercing sound of the blade entering flesh was heard. Yang Danhong looked down at the hilt of the saber in his chest, his lips moving, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.

"Sorry, you remembered my face, so I can't let you live."

Lu Ming's lips curved slightly, and he withdrew the saber and sheathed it in one smooth motion.

Yang Danhong closed his eyes, unwillingly.

Damn! Who exactly is the cultist?!

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