The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 181 - 135 Night Crying Lang

Chapter 181: Chapter 135 Night Crying Lang

"Eh?"

Seeing Master Wang Daoxuan’s actions, Lu Gongfeng of the Carriage Shop, was visibly surprised.

He held his spell and his pupils seemed to shimmer with a divine light, showing he had activated his Divine Skills to see through the snowstorm and clearly view the ruins.

Beside him, the gang leader Tie Siguo, although he didn’t like the look of Lu Gongfeng, couldn’t help his curiosity and asked, "Mr. Lu, what’s the situation over there?"

Lu Gongfeng nodded and said, "According to the information they gave me, Master Wang’s reputation in Xianyang City seems to be average, but now it seems that’s not the case."

"The Snake Witch used the Gu Snake to interfere, but her information might be flawed. I didn’t expect Master Wang to be also proficient in spells, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s the ’Seven Arrows Secret Spell’."

"Master Wang has captured the essence of the opponent but didn’t rush to cast the spell. Instead, he prepared himself, unhurried and composed, already showing a certain grandeur."

"In the Mystical Sect dueling with spells, setting aside the level of Magic Method, staying calm in danger with a clear mind is the key to victory."

"Mm, not bad."

Tie Siguo’s eyes lit up, "So that means he’s certain to win?"

"That’s not necessarily true."

Lu Gongfeng shook his head, "The Snake Witch has a fierce reputation, is good at hiding, and has escaped from the Law Enforcement Hall several times, so she’s naturally extraordinary."

"But the thing with spells, they’re the most unreasonable; it’s all about whether the Snake Witch can break Master Wang’s magic platform in advance..."

While he explained to the crowd, the Snake Witch in the ruins had a subtle change of expression, sensing something was wrong.

She didn’t continue casting her spell but immediately took out a turtle shell and stuffed Copper Coin into it, performed a mantra, and after shaking it a few times, suddenly scattered it.

Whir!

Whir!

Rapidly shaking, six times in succession.

This is the money divination, Copper Coin upright for yin, inverted for yang, shaking six times consecutively gets Six Divination, an ancient divination technique.

This truly is spell dueling.

The origin of spells was for averting disasters and seeking refuge, with a set of common procedures: divination first, then avoiding taboos, and finally warding off the disaster.

The same goes for Magicians dueling.

Many times, both parties would set up altars far apart from each other, invisible to one another, and once they discovered something amiss, divination became the method for judgment.

At this time, the blizzard was fierce, and coupled with the darkness of the night and rubble acting as barriers, it wasn’t much different than dueling at a distance.

"Water over the dam, a great omen of misfortune!"

The Snake Witch looked grim, immediately guessing something.

How had her spell duel only just begun, and it had already turned into a great misfortune?

If there was no external force, then she must have exposed a flaw just now.

It was those Gu Snakes!

The opponent was using an extremely fierce Magic!

"Xiong Baodong, you’ve misled me!"

The Snake Witch roared in anger, then bit her tongue tip and pinched a spell gesture, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the black vase in front of her.

Whoosh~

In an instant, a strong yin wind blew around.

Far away, Xiong Baodong heard the roar, his brows slightly furrowed, and he sneered, "Has that old ghost witch got plague? When have I misled her?"

Beside him, Liu Wenchen smiled awkwardly, "Perhaps the intelligence we collected was inaccurate. In a Magician duel, a misjudgment can lead to danger."

Speaking softly, he added, "Mr. Xiong, that Snake Witch has a vindictive and venomous nature, so you better be careful in the future..."

"Mm."

Xiong Baodong nodded expressionlessly and unconsciously stroked the Eight Trigrams Jade Plate on his chest, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Living in Chang’an, having done countless immoral deeds, he was no stranger to taking lives, and many had been pressured by him to ruin. Naturally, he was on guard.

This Jade Plate, obtained through spending a great deal of money and pulling many strings from the Magic Veins of Shang Mountain, made Evil Ghosts unable to approach him.

With this treasure and his own toughened skills, getting close to a Magician, he could directly strangle them.

It seemed that today, he couldn’t leave that old ghost witch alive...

While Xiong Baodong was pondering, the Snake Witch had successfully cast her spell, the yin wind growing stronger, swirling snow around the magic platform into a cyclone.

Simultaneously, several black vases rattled.

Soon after, small hand and footprints appeared on the snowy ground, as if many infants were crawling about.

The chill air rolled backward, and frost began to form on the Snake Witch’s altar.

"Behave yourselves."

The Snake Witch’s eyes glinted fiercely, and with a vicious smile, she said, "My dear children, go devour that Daoist’s soul; I will feed you incense, or else you’ll burn under the corpse candle for three days."

"Go!"

With a shriek, she pushed forward with a spell gesture.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, the yin wind carrying snowflakes created waves of snow, rushing towards Wang Daoxuan from all directions.

Wang Daoxuan’s expression unchanged, he brandished the Peach Wood Sword and tapped it sharply on the Wandering Soul Vase in front of him, while waving the Magic Flag.

"My fellows, protect the law for me!"

Several streaks of black smoke instantly flew out from the Wandering Soul Vase, also stirring up a strong yin wind, mixing with the incoming snow waves.

The wind howled, the wailing of infants and fierce ghosts audible even to the ordinary people in the pugilistic world, causing everyone’s complexion to turn abnormal.

In Chang’an, while many belong to the Mystical Sect, they blend into the crowd and seldom stand out. For many of these gang members, this was their first time witnessing a Magician’s duel.

Such bizarre scenes made their hair stand on end.

Wang Daoxuan’s yin soldiers were collected from the deserted temple on the Cold Altar in Shangzhou, all of them Rampaging Soldiers, fierce and venerated with incense day and night, already subdued.

They were slightly stronger than ordinary fierce ghosts, but with the overwhelming number of infant ghosts, the battle was evenly matched.

Neither side could gain the upper hand.

Seeing her infant ghosts blocked, the Snake Witch became even more furious.

Her eyes filled with anguish, she pulled out a small, exquisite white porcelain doll tied with a red rope from her bosom. It was palm-sized, snow-white, and beautifully made.

This was the Amulet Doll she had obtained after killing and plundering, made by a recluse from another state, able to ward off one Magic attack.