384: Chapter 313 (Double Request for Monthly Tickets) 384: Chapter 313 (Double Request for Monthly Tickets) An Elder of the Huang Family said with a teasing laugh, “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
You all think you’re in the right, but what does your business have to do with us?
If you fight on our turf, you’ll have to suffer our punishment.”
“That’s right, whatever grievances you have, by acting out on our land, you’re at fault…”
Family Head Huang had long wanted to fight them, to vent some anger; best of all would be to kill the father and son, so that his Huang Family would no longer feel threatened.
The Lai Family was actually cooperating with their enemies, those detestable second-rate family members, their strength growing ever more powerful.
This was an affront to them.
Family Head Huang felt nothing but hatred.
If his grandson had not died, wouldn’t his grandson be able to achieve such cultivation as this youth now possessed?
Malice flashed in Family Head Huang’s eyes.
Eliminate the father and son, and the Lai Family would lose its support.
Even if someone asked later, they were fighting on their territory, and with a foreigner present—they could let the outsider take the blame.
They were in the sky above the high mountains, where no other residents lived.
The nearest to them was their own Huang Family; this place belonged to the Huang Family’s property, and those tenant outsiders wouldn’t stay on the mountain at night.
It could be said that killing this father and son tonight would be absolutely advantageous for the Huang Family.
Feeling confident with their group of four, even if the father and son had another two people with them, they had more numbers, plus a foreigner, and surely that foreigner wouldn’t quit so easily.
Lai Jianlin, who was fighting the Taoist, now had only the strength to parry, with no power left to counterattack.
He had entered into the Illusion Realm and couldn’t hear any noise from outside at all.
Those Fierce Ghosts he summoned were buzzing loudly, their voices so shrill and piercing, their ghostly flame eyes filled with terror.
This fear, buried deep in the ground, was like thousands of great mountains pressing down on them, creating the sensation of falling into Hell.
In this Illusion, they also felt an overwhelming pressure.
Lai Jianlin kept switching between three different Spells; the golden Golden Light shone with a luster like Buddha Light, instilling fear in those Fierce Ghosts.
How could they attack humans at this point?
They couldn’t even hear their master’s summons; they just wanted to evade the Buddha Light and the crushing mountains.
Ding Ling and Mo Wen, within the protective circle of light cast by Lai Jianlin, were no longer under a threat to their lives.
They took out Healing Pills from their persons and consumed them; the bleeding wounds on their bodies quickly healed and were no longer a concern.
They had only suffered flesh wounds.
Previously, Ding Ling had also suffered minor internal injuries, but after consuming a Healing Pill and a Spirit Supplement Pill, he felt the circulation of vital energy in his body without pain.
The two were healing in the ring of light, their attention fixed on the enemy, vigilant against the possibility of the enemy having companions, or the man having other tricks up his sleeve.
They also feared Lai Jianlin might be overwhelmed; they could look after themselves, not wanting to burden him too much.
Lai Jianlin wasn’t as experienced in fighting enemies as the Taoist, and the Cultivation Techniques and Spells he had learned were just mastered for the first time and hadn’t reached peak proficiency.
Although they had lesser power, they were still more than enough to handle the Taoist.
On the surface, he appeared relaxed and carefree, inwardly joyful; the Cultivation Spells given by Jiang Tang were indeed exceptional—the man before him was only one level higher, yet he could not withstand Lai Jianlin’s Spells.
He didn’t know the golden Spell he used, a product of Jiang Tang’s space, was actually the Golden Light Spell practiced by Buddha Cultivators, a Spell with righteous energy.
It was the perfect countermeasure against the Fierce Ghosts and this Taoist, who practiced evil Cultivation Techniques.
If someone didn’t have such crooked thoughts, they might not be so easily controlled.
The Taoist was panicking now; he could no longer control his Fierce Ghost puppets and couldn’t even see them.
All he saw were mountains pressing down on him after another.
He dodged ceaselessly, but the mountains kept moving, and the force of the wind between them troubled him as well.
At this moment, his clothes, scoured by the winds, began to tear and shred.
He had no time to worry about his rags.
Desperate to escape the controlling Spell of another, he had underestimated the young man, failing to guard against the possibility that the youth might possess higher-level Spells.
He assumed the younger man, being a level below him, couldn’t harm him.
With his Magical Treasures and Fierce Ghosts at hand, which had always been unbeatable in the past, he had been confident in defeating the young man.
Alas, venture too often into the night, and eventually, you’ll meet a ghost—today, he met a terrible one.
The Taoist realized he was trapped within someone else’s control and within an Illusion Realm.
He tried to escape, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t find the way out.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!”
In his continuous cries, the Taoist used his most powerful Cultivation Techniques and took out all his Magical Treasures, even igniting a Bursting Talisman.
Outside, people saw the Taoist behaving madly, continuously unleashing his Magic Artifacts, the explosions from the Burst Talismans echoing around.
They wondered if he was a madman with a twisted brain, attacking himself rather than the enemy.
He caused no harm to the enemy but shredded his own clothes to pieces; his attire was already beggarly, but now it was so ragged that his body was exposed.
Among the men, none wished to gaze upon that aged body, yet among them was a woman.
Blushing, Ding Ling turned her head away, unwilling to look at the wicked man.