52: You kid, why are you so serious?
The factory's stainless steel gate was ripped off by immense force.
An old man in a gray Daoist robe flew out, black mist swirling around him like a living entity, refusing to dissipate.
His small, thin body executed a strange somersault in mid-air before landing steadily, and an overwhelming aura instantly immobilized Lu Ming and the other three.
Lin Haowen and Wang Yaowen exchanged a look, their faces filled with horror.
Even Zhao Li's face was extremely pale.
Controlling Qi to fly!
This person's cultivation was at least at the Fourth Realm.
When Guan Long saw the newcomer, a glimmer of hope for survival appeared in his eyes: "Uncle, save me!!!"
The old man in the gray Daoist robe's gloomy eyes first locked onto Lu Ming, but upon seeing the subdued Guan Long, his demeanor immediately softened.
That was the hope of the entire sect; no mistakes could be made.
They, a few old fellows, had originally planned to use the Land of Three Extremes to allow Guan Long's Purple Zombie to completely transform into a Flying Zombie, and then feed it back to him, so that he could break through to the Fourth Realm in one go.
Now, he regretted letting Guan Long descend the mountain.
No matter what, he had to save him first.
The old man's gloomy face forced out a slight smile: "Night Watch Division child, I am Daoist Jingling, an old acquaintance of your Director Zhao. Little Long and you merely had a misunderstanding. Let's talk it out nicely!"
"A misunderstanding?" Lu Ming chuckled softly.
If he hadn't been so strong, all four of them would have died at the hands of this beast today.
Now, after dealing with a junior, an elder pops out, casually saying it was just a misunderstanding, and that's supposed to be the end of it?
Does he really consider his child an underage beast?
Lu Ming immediately pulled out his phone and called Zhao Qingge: "Director Zhao, do you know an old fellow named Daoist Jingling?"
"That old ghost from the Five Yin Sect? Not very well. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Lu Ming hung up the phone, then turned to stare at Daoist Jingling, scoffing: "You heard it too. Our Director Zhao doesn't seem to know you very well."
Daoist Jingling's smile froze on his face. He hadn't expected this young brat to actually call their Director to question him.
With his lie exposed, he could only give an awkward laugh: "You child, why are you so serious? How about this, just for my sake, you release Little Long, and I'll owe you a favor."
"For your sake?" Lu Ming's voice suddenly turned cold. "And what are you, exactly?"
Daoist Jingling's awkward laugh completely vanished, black mist churning in his eyes: "Hmph, Night Watch Division child, it's best to forgive when you can. I advise you to think twice before doing anything!"
Seeing this familiar scene, Lin Haowen and Wang Yaowen exchanged glances, realizing it was bad news!
Xiao Lei, who had told Lu Ming to forgive when he could last time, had already passed his first seven days!
Sure enough, Lu Ming's lips curved slightly, and the straight saber in his hand slashed across Guan Long's neck.
Blood splattered!
Guan Long clutched his neck tightly, his face filled with disbelief.
"Uncle is right here, how dare he, how dare he..."
Blood gushed out from between Guan Long's fingers, staining the front of his clothes.
He let out a gurgling sound from his throat, his eyes wide open. Even in death, he couldn't believe Lu Ming actually dared to act in front of his Uncle.
With a "thud," Guan Long's body fell stiffly to the ground, struggled for a bit, and then completely ceased to move.
Lu Ming flicked the blood off his blade and gave the old man in the gray robe a brilliant smile: "Old man, you're not fit to teach me what to do!"
Damn it!
It's that cursed, ominous scene again!
Wang Yaowen and the others' breathing suddenly stopped.
You old geezer, couldn't you have just made Guan Long kowtow and admit his mistake? Why did you have to act so condescendingly!
The old man in the gray Daoist robe's pupils suddenly constricted, and the black mist around him instantly became violent, churning like boiling water.
His gloomy eyes stared fixedly at Lu Ming, filled with towering rage: "Little Long!!!!! You vicious little beast!!! You die!!!"
The hope of the entire sect died right before his eyes!
Dead!!!!
The talented youth, who carried all the painstaking efforts of the Five Yin Sect, just died like this!
"Ah ah ah ah!!! Little Long, it's all Uncle's fault for costing you your life!!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely skin this little beast alive, extract his tendons, refine him into a dried corpse, and ensure he can never reincarnate!!!"
Daoist Jingling's roar shook dust from the factory roof, and the violent black mist around him suddenly exploded, transforming into countless dark qi arrows that shot towards Lu Ming like a torrential rain.
Wherever the qi arrows passed, the air was corroded with sizzling sounds, and the concrete floor instantly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
"Be careful!" Zhao Li's face changed dramatically. She quickly formed hand seals, and a white mist condensed into a thick ice wall in front of Lu Ming.
The qi arrows struck the ice wall, emitting a crisp sound like shattering glass. The ice wall instantly shattered, but the speed of the qi arrows also slowed down considerably.
Lu Ming was secretly amazed. To be able to temporarily block an attack from a Fourth Realm expert, this older sister's talent must be quite high. But why is her cultivation so low?
He turned around, looked at the pale-faced Zhao Li, and gave her a reassuring smile: "Don't be nervous. Watch how I cut down this old man!"
"Arrogant!" The grief on Daoist Jingling's face was replaced by a nearly insane ferocity. "You will surely die today!"
Before Daoist Jingling finished speaking, Lu Ming had already pounced like an arrow released from a bowstring. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him; he purely used his physical body to charge into the swirling black mist.
"Fool!" Daoist Jingling roared with laughter at the sight. With a flip of his withered palm, he summoned more than a dozen chains condensed from black mist, which coiled around Lu Ming's limbs like venomous snakes.
In his opinion, this kid was clearly flustered, actually trying to use his mortal body against spiritual energy spells. He was simply seeking death.
But the next second, his laughter abruptly stopped.
With several "cracking" sounds, those indestructible black mist chains were actually broken by Lu Ming with a mere shake of his arms!
The broken black mist let out shrill screams in the air, but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"This is impossible!" Daoist Jingling's pupils constricted. He could clearly feel that there was no spiritual energy flowing within Lu Ming's body, yet the power unleashed by that physical body was even stronger than a Fourth Realm cultivator's spiritual energy shield!
Lu Ming gave Daoist Jingling no chance to breathe. His figure approached like a ghost, his right fist bringing a booming sound that tore through the air, heading straight for the old man's face.
Daoist Jingling hastily conjured a black mist shield. Dense skull phantoms appeared on the shield—it was his Yin Fiend Shield, condensed with a hundred years of cultivation, and even ordinary Fourth Realm cultivators wouldn't be able to break through it.
However, the moment the fist and shield met, the skull phantoms on the shield burst like bubbles.
Lu Ming's fist was unstoppable, smashing heavily into Daoist Jingling's chest!
"Pfft—" Daoist Jingling was struck as if by a heavy hammer. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the factory's support column.
That reinforced concrete column, which would take an adult's embrace to circle, was actually dented, and among the crumbling debris, there was also the black blood he spat out.
Daoist Jingling struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with horror.
Little Long's defeat was not unjust.
This kid's speed and physical body were both too abnormal. Once he got close, there was no way to fight back!