I Can Devour Spirits

Wu Xiang angrily said, ”Even though I’m ruthless, my words are as solid as a nail. If you don’t believe me, then get lost!”

The old farmer chuckled, knowing well Wu Xiang’s temper.

The old farmer’s gaze swept over Lv Qingzhu’s face and waist; the heat in his lower abdomen grew even stronger than before.

He touched the lining inside his chest collar, where a bottle of potent aphrodisiac was stashed...

He glanced at Lv Qingzhu; her face was pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, clearly she was exhausted.

Moreover, with the second layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill protecting him, he could indeed fight!

Suddenly, the old farmer leaped onto a large beech tree beside him. At the tree’s branch was a bird’s nest where he placed Tao Rong’s head, then gracefully descended.

The moment the old farmer landed, threads of blood erupted around him. He drew a machete from his lower back and charged into the fray!

The old farmer’s martial arts realm was only at the micro level, nowhere near Lv Qingzhu and Wu Xiang.

However, he had already mastered the second tier of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, not at all inferior to Wu Xiang. As soon as he joined the melee, he persistently harassed Lv Qingzhu.

The old farmer seemed simple-minded and dull, yet he was incredibly cunning. He only attacked Lv Qingzhu when she targeted Wu Xiang, and the moment her sword edge turned towards him, he would pull back, using only the Filthy Blood Divine Skill to block Lv Qingzhu’s attacks. Meanwhile, behind her, the Precept Blade of Blood Monk Wu Xiang would come crashing down with overwhelming force.

Lv Qingzhu, caught between attacks from both sides, found herself struggling to cope.

The old farmer and Wu Xiang gradually formed a pincer attack on Lv Qingzhu, forcing her to retreat step by step!

The true qi in Lv Qingzhu’s dantian was dwindling. She looked at the two demon-like figures before her, their bodies covered with writhing blood threads, and a sliver of fear crept into her heart.

She glanced at the distant official road behind the two, seeing that the thick smoke there had already dissipated...

She wondered, where was A Mo?

Suddenly, she realized that since she was blocked, A Mo must have been blocked too. And since A Mo hadn’t come to find her after so long, it seemed that whoever stopped A Mo was equally formidable!

Thinking this, Lv Qingzhu suddenly noticed she had been forced to the entrance of a ruined temple not far away by the two of them.

Clearly, their intention was to confine her within the temple to further limit her movement space.

Although Lv Qingzhu understood their scheme, with the two working together steadily suppressing her, she could only retreat until one foot stepped into the temple doorway.

As soon as Lv Qingzhu stepped into the temple, she was startled to find a corpse lying at the entrance, severed at the waist, with blood threads writhing at the stump...

Judging by the clothes, it was evidently the fortune teller...

A flicker of joy arose in Lv Qingzhu’s heart, as she had previously seen Duan Rong and the fortune teller enter the ruined temple one after the other.

She thought Duan Rong had slain the fortune teller and was still inside, ready to assist her in the fight.

Lv Qingzhu retreated into the temple, only to discover it was empty except for a tattered piece of cloth fluttering near a collapsed corner...

Apparently, after killing the fortune teller, Duan Rong had escaped through the broken hole.

Blood Monk Wu Xiang and the old farmer, upon seeing the fortune teller’s corpse, were shocked!

Blood Monk Wu Xiang had personally witnessed the fortune teller chasing Duan Rong into the temple, how had he ended up slain?

Ge Qingchuan always arranged battles strategically, matching strong against weak whenever possible.

How could the fortune teller have been killed so easily?