The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 135 - 110 Tricks, Blood and Fire, Kill!

Chapter 135: Chapter 110 Tricks, Blood and Fire, Kill!

Thunder Astral’s killing intent was aroused, revealing the might of the Divine Drum.

Thunder, an agent of Yin and Yang changes, was the nemesis of all Yin entities, demons, and Evil Spirits in the world, which is why the Thunder Technique was also the strongest Magic Method within the Mystical Sect.

Luo Mingzi had been cultivating from a young age and was an elite member of the Law Enforcement Hall, but even he had only just begun to learn Palm Thunder, which was only powerful enough to disperse energy flows.

For Li Yan to use this method, it was naturally a great struggle.

Even with the help of a Magic Artifact, it was damaging to both others and oneself.

"Hum!"

The sound of the drum transformed into the roaring of thunder, and Li Yan felt his brain buzzing, his eyes filled with a white light, nearly fainting.

His body swayed, and a bloody taste gushed up from his throat.

Good gracious!

Li Yan secretly felt shocked, hurriedly using his Daluo Dharma Body to recover.

The power of this method was astonishing, and the backlash was even beyond his imagination.

A single strike, and he had already suffered internal injuries.

Fortunately, the sound of the Thunder Drum had also scattered most of the Yin entities.

The people in the temple were also dizzied by the vibration.

Sha Lifei, covering his ears, grimaced in pain, was about to speak but then noticed something off about the person next to him, Yue Scars.

He looked as if he were having a stroke, his facial muscles twitching constantly, which, combined with his ferocious face, appeared incredibly ghastly.

"Old Yue, you..."

Sha Lifei was about to inquire but then saw an abrupt change in Yue Scars’s eyes—they were previously dull; now they were filled with resentment and madness.

Clang!

Yue Scars suddenly drew a dagger from his waist, leapt into the air, and aimed for Li Yan’s back.

Li Yan had just activated the Divine Drum, and his Divine Soul was shaken; his Divine Skills had not yet recovered, so he naturally didn’t notice the attack coming from behind.

"Be careful!"

Sha Lifei was quick to react, tackling Yue Scars to the ground, grabbing his wrist holding the dagger, slamming it on the ground, and flinging away the weapon.

"Old Yue is possessed, help me hold him down!" Sha Lifei pressed down on Yue Scars, shouting loudly.

He was no fool.

Although Yue Scars looked ferocious, he was really a family-oriented and honest man who respected Li Yan tremendously; he would never harbor murderous intentions.

The only possibility was that he had been afflicted.

However, before Sha Lifei could finish speaking, he felt an enormous force coming from Yue Scars’s body, almost knocking him over.

Fortunately, the other Porters were also alert and immediately stepped forward to help restrain Yue Scars.

Even so, their faces turned red and their necks swelled with effort.

For some unknown reason, Yue Scars’s strength had significantly increased, and the men felt like they were holding down a wild beast, which could break free at any moment.

"This is impossible..."

Wang Daoxuan also went pale, looking at the motionless grains on the ground and the talismans on the pillar, full of disbelief.

Although he didn’t understand the reason, he still took out another Evil Exorcism Talisman, formed hand seals, activated the talisman, and prepared to stick it on Yue Scars’s forehead.

Talismans were mostly single-use, except for those Treasure Talismans that created their own area of effect; once attached, they should not be rashly tampered with.

Hence, he had to use up another one.

The Evil Exorcism Talismans provided by Luo Mingzi were genuinely inscribed by Talisman Masters of the Taixuan Orthodox Sect, written at the Ancestor Altar, with special incantations for ink, binding Sha, and dedications, with incense offered afterward.

All things considered, there were only ten of them.

Although Wang Daoxuan felt pained to use them, he couldn’t care less at the moment.

However, before he could move, Yue Scars lying on the ground suddenly rolled his eyes back and fainted.

The crowd had just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw another Porter who had been pressing Yue Scars also began trembling, his eyes turning vicious.

Swoosh!

He grabbed the fallen dagger and plunged it straight into the unconscious Yue Scars’s chest.

Thump!

Before he could land a hit, he was kicked away by Li Yan.

The Porter rolled twice on the ground, stood up swiftly, and no longer rushed to act but just stared blankly at the crowd.

Under the firelight, he wore a strangely eerie smile.

Especially his feet, which were eerily standing on tiptoes over the grains meant to ward off evil, showed no reaction.

Sha Lifei swallowed hard, "Daoist, what kind of demon or ghost is this?"

"It’s not a Yin entity; it’s a living soul."

Wang Daoxuan stared intently at the other person, "There is a Magician whose Divine Soul has left his body, possessing and killing."

"Daoist friend, who exactly are you?"

The Porter didn’t respond to Wang Daoxuan’s question, but his eyes unnaturally rotated, and suddenly turning his head, he saw the coffin in the temple and the temporary memorial tablet set up for Old Wu on the offering table.

His facial muscles twitched, and he suddenly bellowed, "Old Wu is dead? How dare he die, what right does he have to die?"

His speech was incoherent, and his eyes grew increasingly wild, panting like a beast, "Where is the Hook Paper, where did he hide it?"

"You’re looking for this?"

Li Yan took out a Token from his bosom, precisely the Hook Paper from the Yin Bureau.

His Divine Skills had recovered at this point, and he could clearly smell an odor on the Porter’s body which was a bit odd.

It seemed like a living soul but carried a scent of decaying corpse and chill.

He speculated that this person was probably one of the Magicians who had come looking for Old Wu before; unexpectedly, he had been so patient, waiting for so many years.

Could the Hook Paper hold some other secret?

Indeed, after the item was revealed, the man’s breathing became more rapid, his eyes fixated on the Hook Paper with a mix of fear and desire.

Swoosh!

He suddenly raised his dagger, directly pointing it at his own throat, gasping with a quivering voice, "Give it to me, quickly, or everyone here will die!"

Li Yan’s eyes narrowed, anger rising.

To a certain extent, he felt somewhat in the wrong. After all, Old Wu’s last wish was to return the Hook Paper to the Ancestor Altar at the temple of the Beiyin Fengdu Emperor.

Yet, he had inadvertently become a living Yin messenger.

Considering that the other party might be Old Wu’s fellow sect member, attacking due to misunderstanding, Li Yan took out the Hook Paper, intending to explain the matter.

But unexpectedly, the other party resorted to threatening lives.