Social Animals? My Brother is a Female Empress in the Underworld and Earns 10 Billion a Month!

72: Painted Skin Ghost (Part Two)Liao Yuan leaped up with agility and threw another incomparably powerful heavy punch in mid-air.

Zhao Qiang, who was in the kitchen, had no time to react further and could only hurriedly raise his arms to try and block the strike.

But he clearly underestimated the power of Liao Yuan’s punch; under the impact of the fist’s wind, Zhao Qiang couldn’t help but stagger back several steps before barely managing to steady himself.

”Painted Skin monster, surrender now!” Liao Yuan shouted righteously.

To his surprise, Zhao Qiang let out a dismissive sneer: ”Hahahaha... You hypocritical, sanctimonious monks actually want this master to surrender? You’re daydreaming!”

Then, Zhao Qiang’s face turned hideous, and he roared fiercely: ”Unless you agree to let me kill that last person and peel off his skin, don’t even think about making me stop!”

A surge of anger rose in Liao Yuan’s heart. ”Twelve lives have already been lost at your hands. Do you still not repent?”

”Repent? Hahahaha! How ridiculous! Is my daughter’s life so insignificant?”

”Where were you so-called righteous people when we were treated unfairly? Now that a few social scumbags are dead, you can’t wait to jump out and stop me!” Zhao Qiang was furious.

”Amitabha!”

Monk Liao Yuan softly chanted a Buddhist invocation, and his figure swept forward once again. More majestic and surging spiritual energy poured out continuously from those Green Buddhist Beads, instantly wrapping tightly around his entire right arm.

The next moment, Liao Yuan threw a punch at Zhao Qiang, and their fists collided with a boom in mid-air.

The Painted Skin’s close-combat strength was actually not inferior; an ordinary Third-rank Cultivator would likely have no way to resist it in a head-on confrontation.

But standing before it now was Liao Yuan, who practiced both Buddhist and physical cultivation. The defensive power of a Physical Cultivator made the Painted Skin’s advantage vanish.

Even though Zhao Qiang was prepared this time, he was still knocked back several steps by Liao Yuan’s ”heavy and powerful” strike.

Several fine cracks suddenly appeared on the skin of his arm, looking like the patterns on cracked porcelain.

”Cracks?” Mo Yuze, who had been closely watching the battle from the side, narrowed his eyes as a realization flashed through his mind.

He suddenly shouted: ”Yan Xiaoyan!” At the same time, he quickly raised his pistol and kicked over a wine bottle beside him.

Yan Xiaoyan forcefully brushed off the tile fragments stuck to her body and looked at Mo Yuze with a sinister gaze, the ferocity in her eyes making one shudder.

Then, Yan Xiaoyan twisted her neck, making a heart-wrenching cracking sound.

Accompanied by this eerie sound, she actually began to tear the human skin off her face!

As the human skin gradually peeled away, a hideous, distorted, and scarred true face was revealed to the two of them.

”So what if I am?” Yan Xiaoyan said through gritted teeth, her tone revealing endless resentment and malice.

”If it weren’t for the Spiritual Energy Revival giving me a chance at rebirth, how could that poor woman, driven to a dead end by those scumbags, have the power to avenge her tragically killed daughter?”

After speaking, Yan Xiaoyan reached out and grabbed several sharp bone cleavers from the cutting board, then hurled them at Mo Yuze like a torrential storm!

At this critical moment, Monk Liao Yuan suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: ”Buddhist Beads, Protect!”

An invisible barrier unfolded beside Mo Yuze, and the bone cleavers flying toward him were all forcefully deflected after hitting the barrier.

A series of crisp ”bang bang bang” sounds echoed throughout the room.

The bone cleavers deflected by the barrier flew in all directions and finally embedded themselves deep into the living room walls!

Yan Xiaoyan did not stop there. Seeing she couldn’t easily take down the bald monk, she took advantage of Liao Yuan’s distraction and lunged toward the kitchen window.

Crash... The glass shattered like thin ice, and the kitchen window burst open without warning.

Seeing this, Liao Yuan’s expression changed drastically, his face full of horror.

He shouted anxiously: ”Junior Brother, stop that Painted Skin female ghost quickly!” As he spoke, he threw himself desperately toward the window, leaning out to warn Liao Chen below.

A dozen muffled gunshots suddenly rang out!

Bang!

The police officers downstairs pulled their triggers almost simultaneously, aiming their firearms at the Painted Skin.

The bullets whistled through the air, heading straight for the Painted Skin’s limbs.

Several bullets hit Yan Xiaoyan’s legs with precision.

Her body swayed violently, and her steps became unsteady.

In the areas hit, the muscle and skin on her thighs splattered like damaged cotton, and even the white bones were clearly visible.

Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, after only a short second, the hideous and terrifying wounds miraculously healed rapidly, returning to their original state.

The Exorcism Bullets that had entered her body fell weakly to the ground.

Two dazzling golden Sanskrit characters shot out from where Liao Chen was, reaching Yan Xiaoyan in the blink of an eye.

The two Sanskrit characters transformed into ”blades” and moved rapidly. Although Yan Xiaoyan sensed the danger and tried to dodge...

She still couldn’t escape the fierce blade intent, and her knees were slashed by the blade energy.

Her two legs were cut off directly, flying more than ten meters away behind her.

Yan Xiaoyan grinned and put on a new human skin.

Seeing this, Liao Chen couldn’t help but frown. ”Human skin?”

He watched Yan Xiaoyan in the distance, silently estimating the distance between them.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his arm and swung it forcefully. Two Buddhist beads crossed dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, flying straight toward Yan Xiaoyan.

”Narakindi Vagaraya, Svaha... Namo Ratna Trayaya... Go!”

As Liao Chen chanted, the two Buddhist beads suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, turning into two balls of raging flames in an instant.

Yan Xiaoyan’s figure was instantly swallowed by the sea of fire, vanishing without a trace.

Hundreds of meters away, the elderly men and women who were leisurely taking a walk witnessed this scene and were left dumbfounded, standing frozen in place.

Their faces were full of shock, their hearts racing and blood pressure soaring, as if it were about to burst through the tops of their heads.

”A massive ghost-exorcism scene???”

”Ah...”

”Master, do you sell Amulets?” A group of elderly people rushed toward Monk Liao Chen as if their lives didn’t matter.

Looking at the swarming crowd, Liao Chen was momentarily at a loss. ”Amitabha! This poor monk is exorcising a ghost.”

”Benefactors, why not go to the Underworld Live Stream to buy them? The prices are affordable and they are authentic.”

However, the enthusiasm of the elderly people grew even higher, and they wouldn’t listen, surrounding Liao Chen to ask for Amulets.