Chapter 40 (1/2)

“If a monk is stupid, he can still be educated? If a demon becomes a treacherous spirit, it will be a disaster?”

Wang Guan frowned and lowered his head to think it over. Suddenly, he looked up and sat up with a straight back. His Daoist robe moved without any wind. His hair, beard, and mustache, which had been tidied up very neatly, also moved as if they were animate.

He was as thin as a match and dispelled a dark, gloomy, majestic demonic aura.

That demonic aura was like a gauze enveloping the entire Hall of Great Strength. It looked imaginary but it was so realistic that it made people have a hard time breathing and nearly faint.

The mandrill had multiple identities: Monk, Daoist, Human, Demon…

When he played the role of a monk, he was the amiable-looking Abbot of Solitary Temple.

When he played the role of a Daoist, he was an alchemist who had attracted wealth and power by using the longevity method.

When he played the role of a mortal, he was Wang Guan, who was a kind and charitable wealthy merchant of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

He did not need to play the role of a mandrill, as he was a vicious demon that ate raw meat, drank blood, and oppressed the people tyrannically to begin with.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha…”

Wang Guan waved his Daoist robe sleeve and laughed his head off. “You said that I’m a demon?”

He took a step forward as lightly as a feather. The stone floor of the Hall of Great Strength underneath him suddenly collapsed and caved into a huge footprint.

“You said that I’m a demon?”

He took another step forward, causing the little demons with low cultivation on both sides of the Hall of Great Strength to bend their backs. Each of them crouched on the Buddha statue base stand while looking appalled. Their bodies were trembling and pouring blood rushed out of the seven apertures of the heads.

“You said I’m a disaster?”

He took a third step and his pale beard moved without wind. His shriveled hands swept and released a gloomy demonic aura and an astral wind.

At first, the astral wind bent like a crooked moon and was as narrow as willow leaves. As he approached, the wind gradually dispelled and formed a row of fully-armed, fierce-looking, terrifying skeleton soldiers.

“Kill!”

When a blue torrential demonic flame that was nearly a man-eater rose around the skeleton soldiers formed by the astral wind, they roared mournfully before barbarously charging toward the quest team.

The bodies of the little demons and devils that couldn’t evade them in time started to rapidly decay when the weapons of the skeleton soldiers swept past them.

In just a few seconds, they corroded into a puddle of yellow-green pus before they could even cry for help in a flurry.

The demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters retreated. The guests, who could also barely walk under that power, left the Hall of Great Strength like the tide going out.

None of them wanted to participate in this battle. They didn’t dare, didn’t want to, and could not do it.

They were afraid that the mandrill might settle the score with them after the battle and thought about helping with some long-range attacks outside the hall.

They shouted ‘Formidable Daoist Priest Wang Guan’, as they definitely could not be personally involved or step into the hall. Those who came to attend the banquet were brazen and good at saving their own lives.

After all, those demons, who were not clever enough and had committed crimes with their demonic power, had been eradicated and killed by Daoists, Buddhists, or cultivators of the authorities.

Despite leaving the courtyard, the group of demons could still feel Wang Guan’s majestic demonic power from the Hall of Great Strength. While shuddering in fear, they were deeply unconvinced and couldn’t help wondering whether the 100-Demon Elixir was truly so effective that the mandrill’s cultivation had increased to this extent in a year.

In the hall, upon facing the skeleton soldiers who launched a surprise attack, Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles sneered and brandished the three-foot sword called Dragon Killing at his waist.

Whoosh…

From a distance, thanks to the chilliness, shine, and brilliance set off by the sword, which seemed to be reflecting the moonlight, Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles’ face looked older by several years and appeared to be calm and imposing.

The three-foot sword had entered to slay the dragon.

Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles mouthed something that nobody knew and brandished his sword before rushing into the battle with the skeleton soldiers.

Twist, hack, stab, whirl, slash, and peel.

The light of the sword was visible everywhere and was as bright as the stars. He trampled over the weapons and broke through after crisscrossing before he silently put his sword back into the sword sheath.

The skeleton soldiers, who had yet to raise their weapons high behind him, turned rigid and collapsed with a loud bang.

“Are you showing off your sword?”