Chapter 24: The Evil Spirit in the Library

  Seeing that his own soul power barrier was strong enough, Zong Yin felt relieved. At the moment when everyone was stunned, several handles of soul power blades were compressed together and slashed down at the neck of the person in front with a fierce blow.

  "Bang!" The intensity of the opponent's soul power shield was clearly insufficient, and it shattered on impact. The soul power blade chopped down on the opponent's neck, a one-inch deep gash spewing out fresh blood. This person had never suffered such a severe injury before, clutching at his neck, screaming in agony as he retreated backwards. The others were shocked, jumping back, their complex gazes fixed on Zong Yin.

  "You bunch of trash! He's just one person, you're so many people, what are you afraid of?! Give me three on three! Keep going! Wear him out to death!"

  Shen Peng, who had originally wanted to take matters into his own hands, took a step back as soon as he saw the appearance of the person who retreated, and loudly shouted.

  Those dozen or so people were scolded by Shen Peng, and their faces immediately became somewhat unbearable. According to Shen Peng's instructions, they divided into four batches and launched a continuous attack on Zong Yin's soul power shield.

  It was just one round of bombardment, and Zong Yin discovered that his soul power shield was being consumed at a speed that was almost as fast as when he was in the midst of a storm. However, without any other means of attack, Zong Yin could only defend himself on the spot, waiting for an opportunity to strike back at his opponent with one slash of his sword.

  "Find someone from behind, his back has no armor."

  After a dozen rounds of attacks, they still couldn't break through Zong Yin's turtle shell. The person standing behind Shen Peng said with some impatience.

  As soon as the voice fell, Zong Yin's heart cried out in alarm. With his current soul power, the third layer of the Soul Power Shield was definitely not enough, and he was afraid that one blow would be enough to break through it. At this point, he gritted his teeth and prepared to abandon the two layers of Soul Power Shields in front of him, opening up the Soul Power Protective Cover that enveloped his entire body and engaging in a fierce battle with everyone.

  Unfortunately, someone was a step faster than him. The person who had been spreading the news earlier appeared behind Zong Yin's bookshelf, holding a short sword with green tassels, and stabbed it straight into his back.

  Zong Yin was greatly shocked and instantly activated his Ancestral Return, his gigantic stone arm sweeping forward in a horizontal motion, knocking the three attackers back as he charged out like a gust of wind.

  His speed was still a bit slow, and a long scratch appeared on his back. It was just that the wound had a faint green glow seeping into the flesh.

  "Big brother! He was struck by my Soul Technique Slash! Finish him off!"

  That soul disciple who had successfully launched a sneak attack kicked over the bookshelf in front of him, and countless books fell to the ground as he stepped on a biography with a loud laugh.

  "Day! Hemotoxic Wasp!"

  Feeling the numbness spreading from the wound throughout his body, Zong Yin couldn't help but burst into a loud curse.

  In an instant, the term and properties of this green star soul technique flashed in his mind. Like its name, this soul technique requires a slash from a sharp blade to draw blood for it to take effect. Anyone who is cut by it will be paralyzed throughout their body within a short period of time, unable to even mobilize their soul power.

  Zong's anger ignited, knowing he would soon lose his ability to act. He didn't waste any more time and pounced on Shen Peng like a dying beast, determined to take someone down with him. Among the people present, Shen Peng was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

  A sturdy stone arm swung down towards Shen Peng's head with a whistling sound.

  Zong Yin's speed, after being enhanced by Fan Zu, made it almost impossible for Shen Peng to dodge his attacks at the level of a third-grade soul master. It wasn't until Zong Yin's attack was right in front of him that he reacted, and what left Zong Yin speechless was that not only did Shen Peng not resist his attack like a man, but instead let out a shrill cry like a young girl about to be raped, and fell to the ground with a thud.

  If it weren't for the soul master next to him kicking out a foot at the critical moment and sending Zong Yin's stone arm flying, the hundreds of kilograms of stone arm would have been enough to crush Shen Peng to death.

  "Who would have thought that Hui Xing's soul technique could also unleash such powerful strength."

  The person standing behind Shen Peng originally wanted to take advantage of the victory and counterattack, but suddenly discovered that his right leg, which had clashed with Zong Yin, couldn't muster up much strength. With a hint of astonishment, he stared at Zong Yin's changing right arm, and if it weren't for the gray light indicating that it was only a Gray Star soul technique, he would have even thought it was a Green Star or higher-level soul technique.

  After the blow, Zong Yin had already dispelled his Return to Ancestor, not because he wanted to dispel it, but because the toxicity of the Blood Poison Bee had spread, and his soul power was suppressed. In the five minutes that followed, he would be completely powerless to fight back, let alone the long period of weakness after returning to his ancestor.

  He glared fiercely at Shen Peng, who was still sitting on the ground, and stared tightly at the person blocking Shen Peng's path. If it weren't for this person taking a hit for Shen Peng, he would already be a dead man!

  Jian Zongyin lost his ability to act, and more than a dozen people immediately stood up

  Surged up and pressed him firmly to the ground.

  "For that little money, sell one's own dignity, help this thing that is not even as good as trash! Trash! Spit!"

  Zong Yin's gaze stared fixedly at the Soul Master standing in front of Shen Peng, using all his strength to spit a mouthful of thick phlegm at him.

  "Do you think I'm doing it for that little living allowance? My father works under his father, if I don't help him, my mother, my three younger brothers and two younger sisters will all lose their entire source of income!"

  The Soul Master's reaction speed was extremely fast, and with a turn of his body, he dodged Zong Yin's spit. He glanced at Shen Peng, who was still on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet, with disdain and slowly said.

  "Give me a pain!"

  Zong Yin suddenly realized, no wonder someone like him who looks arrogant would work under Shen Peng. He sighed inwardly and said loudly while staring at him directly. He knew that if he fell into Shen Peng's hands, his fate wouldn't be good. This world isn't a place where the law prevails, but rather where might makes right, and those with more power can kill without being punished!

  "Want a quick death? You're dreaming! Break his four limbs for me! I want to play him to death slowly!"

  Before Sheng could speak, Shen Peng's scream had come again.

  As Shen Peng's voice fell, the soul thief who ambushed Zong Yin, with a short sword in his hand, fiercely pierced Zong Yin's right arm and nailed it to the ground. He remembered that this arm could burst out terrifying power.

  The intense pain made Zong Yin's cold sweat flow out instantly, but Zong Yin didn't make any sound. The physical pain and the spiritual pain were indeed incomparable. Zong Yin, who had experienced soul-stabbing pain many times before, found that the pain of his arm being pierced was actually insignificant in comparison.

  "If I don't die today, one day I will make you die!"

  His eyes gleaming with madness, Zong Yin stared fixedly at Shen Peng. This was the second time in his life that he had felt the urge to kill someone, and the first person was naturally that mysterious black figure.

  Under Zhong Yin's gaze, Shen Peng felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was facing a venomous snake that could inject deadly poison into his body at any moment.

  "I won't give you this chance! Hahaha! Go die!"

  Infuriated, Shen Peng had already forgotten his previous words about slowly torturing Zong Yin to death. With a crazed smile on his face, he strode up to Zong Yin and yanked out the short sword stuck in his arm, stabbing it towards his heart.

  "Pffft!"

  Just as Shen Peng's short sword was about to pierce Zong Yin, a strong gust of wind blew by, and Shen Peng spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing into the library door, creating a gap that dragged on the ground for hundreds of meters before landing.

  "Destroyer of books in the temple! Die! Killer of lives! Die!"

  Right after that, the dozen or so people who were surrounding Zong Yi's hiding place all flew out from the same gap, just like Shen Feng did. Everyone collided with each other accurately, causing Shen Feng, who was already severely injured, to spit out another mouthful of blood.

  The person who had previously ambushed Zong Yin was still standing beside him, his pants were already wet, and a suffocating smell made Zong Yin frown.

  "Is this bookshelf and books destroyed by you?!"

  Old Man Fan stood beside the already damaged bookshelf and books, his expression completely different from when Zong Yin first saw him. At this moment, Old Man Fan seemed like a malevolent spirit that had crawled out of hell, his entire body radiating an intense aura of evil, as if he was about to pounce on someone. It was precisely this aura that made the person who had snuck up on Zong Yin unable to hold back and urinate in their pants.

  In front of Old Man Fan, that person didn't even have the courage to make excuses, and stiffly nodded his head.

  "Great!"

  Old Man Fan nodded, his eyes snapped open, and that person suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, drifting in mid-air, splashing all over Zong Yin's entire body.

  Zong Yin swallowed hard, unable to believe that the gentle-looking Fan Lao Ren had just turned someone into a bloody mist without hesitation, leaving no corpse behind.

  "Do you want to create slaughter?"

  Fan Lao looked away from the person who had been blown into a bloody mist without even a glance, and slowly turned his gaze to Shen Peng, asking coldly.

  Shen Peng and others were completely frightened, desperately shaking their heads, afraid that if they answered slowly, they would end up like that person.

  "The books in the library, the repair of the bookshelves, and the damage to the gate - all the expenses will be borne by you. If I don't see them restored to their original state before sunset tomorrow, I'll come looking for you."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Old Man Fan no longer paid attention to Shen Peng and the others. He transformed into a wisp of black smoke that dispersed on the spot, taking Zong Yin with him.