Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 234 - 83: Five Ghosts Transport (2)

"Ah!"

"Puh!"

"..."

Screams already echoed from behind.

The familiar sound turned Chief Luo’s face pale, and the hand holding his saber trembled slightly. His eyes sharpened as he charged toward the side wall of the courtyard.

Swinging his long saber along the way, he pushed back a group of opponents.

"Not good."

The Cyan-Faced Ghost’s eyes changed:

"He wants to escape!"

"Stop him!"

The Boss of the Double Evil rushed forward with a staff, its shadow looming heavily, but even so, under Chief Luo’s desperate charge, a path was forcefully torn open.

"Swish!"

Chief Luo leaped onto the wall, looking back with blood-red eyes glaring at the people below, gritting his teeth as he declared:

"Remember this!"

"If any of my relatives are harmed today, I will hunt you down wherever you flee for the rest of my life."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

No one expected such a turn of events.

A city chief, faced with retaliation from enemies, chose not to fight desperately to protect his family but instead decided to flee first.

However...

No one dared to underestimate Chief Luo’s threats.

There’s an old saying: a thief for a thousand days can’t guard against a thief every day, and they were well aware of his skill at tracking people.

If they got on his radar...

Their future days would know no peace!

At that moment.

Killing or not became a dilemma.

To kill,

comes with concerns.

Not to kill,

the hatred lingers.

One must admit, Chief Luo’s actions, though heartless and even cruel, were very effective.

"Hmph!"

Chief Luo snorted softly.

Realizing he couldn’t stay, he needed to leave temporarily to ensure his own survival, then find a chance to rescue his family—that was the right move.

Turning around, a shadow rushed at him.

What is it?

Chief Luo’s eyes widened, his long saber already slashing out.

"Clang..."

"Puh!"

A dark beast broke through the saber’s defense, hitting Chief Luo’s chest with immense power, knocking him down directly.

"Planning to leave?"

The person stood on the wall, looking down coldly:

"Did you ask me?"

"You..."

Chief Luo forced himself to stand, eyes focused:

"Iron-handed Huo Yang!"

This was also his enemy, a standout among the Three Blood, and the sudden ambush had already injured him with a single strike.

"Indeed." The person twisted his neck, giving a cold smile:

"Chief Luo, we meet again!"

"Surround him!"

"Don’t let him escape!"

This time, the bandits learned from experience, abandoning others to encircle Chief Luo tightly, cutting off his escape.

"..."

Chief Luo turned his head all around, his face showing despair and his eyes filled with sorrow:

"Today, heaven dooms me!"

"Creak..."

Just then, the outer door was pushed open.

A person stepped in, initially stunned by the scene, then smiled:

"Chief Luo, why is it so lively today?"

"Young Master Fang!"

Chief Luo first felt joy, then anxiety:

"Why are you here now? Be careful, these people are all wanted criminals by the Imperial Court, each with blood on their hands."

Fang Zheng was at the Second Blood.

For him, it was undoubtedly a significant help.

However, he had just entered the Second Blood, and was not adept at fighting, making his presence not very useful against the people present, possibly risking his life for nothing.

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng seemed thoughtful:

"Is that so?"

"Another one." The Cyan-Faced Ghost smirked, swinging the Ghost Head Saber fiercely:

"Let’s start with you!"

The blade was chilling and vicious, filled with ghostly energy, this Second Blood martial artist had killed countless people, even his saber technique carried a dangerous killing intent.

Ordinary people would shiver just at a glance.

"Crack!"

The Cyan-Faced Ghost’s neck twisted, and his body limply fell to the ground.

?

What’s happening?

What just happened?

The crowd was astonished; no one saw clearly what had happened, only that Fang Zheng flashed forward and the Cyan-Faced Ghost was already dead.

His neck twisted three hundred and sixty degrees, making survival impossible.

"Careful!"

The Boss of the Double Evil looked serious:

"He’s a master!"

"Heh..." Fang Zheng chuckled softly, his figure flashing to appear in front of him, five fingers spread like the Heaven-Flipping Seal pressing down.

Yue Family Fist—Heaven-Flipping Seal!

In the past, performing the Heaven-Flipping Seal was just a name.

But now.

With the hand flipping, in the Boss of the Double Evil’s perception, the world seemed to truly flip over, a terrifying force crashing down.

"Ah!"

He roared angrily, wielding the staff fiercely.

"Peng!"

Palm and staff clashed.

The staff could not withstand and flew away, while the Boss of the Double Evil spat blood continuously and staggered back, eyes wide open, pupils bloodshot.

"Divine Fist!"

"Be cautious, this person harbors Martial Dao Will!"

He shouted loudly, the others had already surrounded him, enveloping Fang Zheng in a storm of blades and shadows.

"Peng!"

The ground trembled.

Fang Zheng’s figure flickered, his hands moving like sabers, executing the Night Battle Eight Forms of the Eight Trigrams Saber.

"Ding ding... clang clang..."

The sound of collisions echoed.

The surrounded attackers paused simultaneously, bodies flying back, as Fang Zheng stepped forward, casually grabbing a steel saber and spinning it around.

"Puh!"

Three heads soared high.

At the same time.

"Woo..."

Five Resentful Souls appeared out of nowhere, entangling Iron-handed Huo Yang on the wall, ghostly howls invading his mind, ghost claws frequently grasping out.

Even a Three Blood martial artist, without the True Meaning of Martial Arts, was still restrained by Resentful Souls, unable to escape for a while.

"This..."

The sudden and unbelievable change left Chief Luo stunned, but he quickly regained his composure, charging with his saber toward the others.

Moments later.

Fang Zheng put away the Five Ghosts’ Pouch, and the bodies on the ground had all turned to skeletons.

Beside him.

Chief Luo gasped desperately, his face still full of relief.

"Thank you!"

He forced his body upright, cupping his hands in gratitude:

"Young Master Fang, words cannot express my gratitude. From now on... my life is yours!"