The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal was flustered and furious. After all, one of his own followers had actually been killed, and his vessel had been destroyed! It wouldn’t be easy to find another devout summoner like Mr. Ma in the future. This explained why Mr. Ma looked so sickly and frail; he was essentially like a walking corpse. He had pushed himself even harder than the average person who practiced the Immortal Summoning Art and made offerings. The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s true form was that of a weasel shrouded in a hazy and indistinct mist. Only, it was much larger than an ordinary weasel, and far more sinister and vicious. The youth in ornate robes clearly knew what he was doing. Not only did he pierce Mr. Ma’s chest, he also shattered the residual energy in the corpse. Otherwise, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal could have continued to control Mr. Ma’s body. At this moment, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal was in a frenzy. Instead of being intimidated by the youth’s strength, he let out a shrill screech and lunged at him. Beasts, after all, were far more savage than humans when they cultivated. Right after, a flash of yellow shot toward the robed youth like a streak of light. Boom! With a thunderous crash, the robed youth slammed the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal into the ground with a single palm. Then, he grabbed the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal by the neck with one hand and looked down condescendingly. The youth sneered, “You really thought you were some kind of great immortal? You’ve even lost a beast’s basic instinct to sense danger.” This time, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal completely panicked. Mr. Ma’s death hadn’t unsettled him much. After all, he was just a mortal. How much of the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s power could he really wield? But he hadn’t expected that even after revealing his true form, the robed youth would still capture him effortlessly with a single strike. “Who... Who are you!?” the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal shrieked. There was a trace of uncontrollable fear in his voice. “Given the way I'm dressed, and the fact that I came out of a bronze coffin, can’t you tell? I am Li Xun, the Southern Guardian Marquis of Great Xia!” the robed youth declared proudly. Not only was the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal stunned, even the exorcists who had come to this tomb were all taken aback. Indeed, as the robed youth had said, his clothing and the fact that he had emerged from a bronze coffin did strongly evoke thoughts of that legendary, illustrious marquis. But hearing him say it aloud still shocked everyone. After all, the Southern Guardian Marquis, Li Xun, was a man from several centuries ago. Could cultivators truly achieve immortality? Or... was this robed youth actually the corpse within the ancient tomb, an evil remnant with a consciousness born from the body of the Southern Guardian Marquis? These few words from the robed youth threw all the nearby cultivators into deep thought. “Amitabha. No matter who you are, your senseless killing just now cannot be forgiven. I won’t let you off the hook,” Master Shenshan said with a hint of sorrowful compassion. Too many people had died during this demon-cleansing tomb raid! With that, Master Shenshan raised his gold alms bowl and hurled it straight at the robed youth. The gold alms bowl hummed through the air while radiating intense Buddha light. And the robed youth, still gripping the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal, actually used him as a weapon to meet the oncoming bowl. The gold alms bowl was immediately knocked back and let out a deep, muffled ring as it flew. Instantly, the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s aura weakened. That serene, merciful Buddhist power had a devastating effect on him. Taking a direct hit from the gold alms bowl left this so-called “immortal,” who was revered across Liaodong, severely wounded. The robed youth then swung the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal again, but this time, he aimed it directly toward Daoist Yuanyi’s magical sword. The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal struggled desperately to break free, but the robed youth who claimed to be the Southern Guardian Marquis, Li Xun, had some kind of special power in his grip. He had suppressed the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal's strength in just a single instant. Immediately, the sharp magical sword sliced through the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s body without any resistance. Seeing this, Daoist Yuanyi’s eyes darkened. But before he could react, the robed youth swung the severed half of the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s body straight at his head. Though Yuanyi’s saber had just cut the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal, he was at the same time affected by a surge of sinister energy, and his body froze for a split second. In that instant, the robed youth’s attack came crashing down like a lightning strike, hurtling toward his head with such speed that he had no time to dodge. A flash of green light burst from Daoist Yuanyi’s body; one of the talismans on his chest had activated. In an instant, his entire body was blasted backward, but he hadn’t taken any serious damage. The robed youth wore a chilling smile while still gripping the severed half of the Great Yellow Weasel Immortal in one hand. His gaze swept coldly across everyone’s faces as he said, “Now this is getting interesting. None of you are leaving today.” The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal’s body was crushed in his grip, exploding into a cloud of blood mist. Seeing this, everyone felt their hearts sink. Although Mr. Ma had encountered the old ape and now this youth in luxurious robes, neither of them seemed to be top-tier experts at first glance. But when that yellow weasel’s aura was revealed for just a fleeting moment earlier, it had been terrifying enough to make one feel as though they’d fallen into an icy abyss. There were likely fewer than five people present who could actually defeat it. Yet in the hands of this robed youth, it was completely powerless to fight back and had been tragically reduced to nothing more than a weapon. It was simply unfathomable. The robed youth vanished once again, and this time he reappeared directly behind a Daoist. Instantly, the Daoist felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and before he could react, he was already staring at his own headless body. The youth had unleashed a knife-hand strike and cleanly sliced off his head before he plunged into the crowd. With just that same knife-hand technique, he instantly killed two more people. At this time, Master Huiqing of Qinglong Temple stared in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest, where blood spurted out uncontrollably. This content belongs to NovєlFіre.net “Senior Brother!” Master Huizhen cried out in anguish. He was unstoppable and powerful as he swung his staff in a sweeping arc. However, the robed youth didn’t even turn his head. He simply took a step back, and somehow, despite reacting later, he moved faster than the attack. He instantly appeared beside Master Huizhen, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Moments after, another knife-hand strike was unleashed. Master Huizhen’s body was covered in a layer of golden lacquer, but when it collided with the robed youth’s pale hand, a deafening sound rang out. A wound opened across Master Huizhen’s neck. Though not deep, it was enough to break through the Buddhist Golden Body[1] with a single blow. With that, a flicker of surprise passed through the robed youth’s eyes. Suddenly, a sharp sound of something slicing through the air came from behind his head. Bai Hongtu had activated the Flying Sword Technique! The robed youth spun around and struck out with his palm, and he actually knocked the Flying Sword away with his bare hand. With that, the sharp longsword veered off at an angle, flying wildly through the air. “Your Flying Sword Technique is decent,” the robed youth said. “But you still lack polish.” He seemed to genuinely acknowledge Bai Hongtu’s skill. But that calm, almost indifferent tone was infuriating. This man had killed several people in just a few moves. Yan Chixiao, Mr. Ma, and Master Huiqing had all died by his hand. It was terrifying, yet Bai Hongtu showed not a hint of fear. Judging by how things looked, there was no way out today anyway. “Stop tooting your own horn. You’re acting like you're even human.” After he finished his sentence, Bai Hongtu formed a hand seal, and the Flying Sword floated beside him while letting out a crisp hum. Then, he started running his mouth. If I can’t beat him, I’ll insult him. The robed youth paused, glancing at Bai Hongtu with a surprised expression. He genuinely hadn’t expected that. 1. Many Buddhists believe that the bodies of accomplished monks do not decay after death, becoming “whole-body relics” or “flesh-body bodhisattvas.” These remains are referred to as “golden bodies,” and it is believed that masters whose golden bodies have been preserved to this day have not truly died, but have instead entered a deeper state of meditative absorption. ☜