As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 114: Chapter 92: The Strong Just Need to Overwhelm, Your Grandpa Bull Demon Comes to Kill [Seeking Monthly Ticket!]_3

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Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Unceasingly drawing closer to Xu You.

Xu You felt his heart being clenched by an invisible hand.

He even faintly perceived, as if he saw an ancient and dilapidated temple that had burst through green bricks, sprouting forth, within which resided a Spirit Baby raging in extreme fury, its wide eyes bulging, and suddenly a vertical eye on its forehead snapped open, with the Spirit Babyʼs mouth following suit, emitting a silent screech!

Thereafter.

Countless Divinities, like snakes, burrowed into Xu Youʼs body.

...

...

Thud——

Thud——

The ancient bell sounds, like the ancient templeʼs evening bell struck after three thousand years of tides rising and falling.

The torrents of time, the dust of years, all frothed in the sound of the bell.

A figure with a hunched back, wearing a cat face mask and carrying an unremarkable Ram Horn Hammer at his waist, gracefully leaped over the tall walls of Fei Lei City.

He stepped onto the green brick pavement of the Outer City.

The entire city plunged into a stillness akin to death, while the heavens roiled with dark clouds, thunder roaring, lightning snakes intertwining.

Under the cat face mask, a pair of eyes squinted slightly.

”Quite decisive. If you were any slower, I wouldnʼt have entertained you...”

A faint voice emanated from beneath the mask.

Cao Guang also precisely seized the opportunity, immediately commencing the ritual, acquiring power.

”Three-eyed Wrathful True Lord Lingying Bizarre Temple...”

”The Ten Capitals Mysterious Temple.”

”You, Cao Guang, conduct the ʼThousand Buddha Carving Banquet,ʼ using the lives and blood of a thousand Spirit Babies as a sacrifice, to elevate this Strange Temple to the Nine Luminaries Level...”

”A Temple God at the Nine Luminaries Level...”

”I truly am quite intrigued.”

”Temple Gods are deemed invincible within their realm; any god within the same realm can crush a Cultivator of Divinity of the same level. To slay a Temple God of the same realm, at least five Cultivators of the same level are needed to carry out the divine execution.”

”I... am keen to test, whether a single Ram Horn Sky-breaking Hammer could hammer a Temple God to death!”

Boom, boom, boom!

Thunder roared deafeningly, illuminating the oppressively dark sky instantly.

The storm hastened, snow and ice plummeted down as if the heavens raged, countless raindrops and hailstones ferociously pelted down upon the human world!

Li Qingshan, wearing the cat face mask, swayed lightly, like a straight arrow blasting forth, splashing a white wave amidst the curtain of rain, drilling straight toward the Inner City!

A few quick bounces, and he had already charged through the Outer City, darting into the Inner City.

That lightning-fast speed left the city guards stupefied, unable to react!

Hiding?

Concealing?

The expression beneath Li Qingshanʼs mask was filled with scoffing.

He, at this moment, needed not...

The weak need to hide, to conceal.

The strong... once they have a reason, what they need to do...

Is to plow through everything!

The Thousand Buddha Carving Banquet, in reality... should be called the Thousand Infants Carving Banquet!

Using the lives of a thousand Spirit Babies as a sacrifice, to awaken the Temple God, to feed the Temple God!

Monsters——!

Deserving of death!

Boom——!

Li Qingshan stomped down heavily, his entire body vibrated with tension, his spine suddenly straightening; a hot blood qi that seemed to evaporate everything wrapped around him like a Jiao Long, roaring in fury.

This is the vitality of a Grandmaster, released without reservation; from the five viscera to the spinal dragon, as if tempered by a thousand hammers.

The domineering and scorching True Qi sprayed out around his body!

From afar, over a dozen guards who had received Cao Guangʼs early orders, possessing Blood Exchange cultivation, charged towards him howling, their long blades quivering, shattering raindrops.

However, Li Qingsong did not even spare them a glance, casually flicked his finger, and the Ram Horn Hammer at his waist whistled out, spinning ferociously.

Bang, bang, bang!

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Dozens of blood flowers burst open within the veil of rain; over a dozen Blood Exchange Warriors didnʼt even get the chance to resist before their skulls were crushed by the hammer, transforming into cold corpses.

With a clasp of his five fingers, there was a snap—the Ram Horn Hammer was gripped by the cat-faced elder.