Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

All of this was said slowly, but from Jiang Wang rushing into the inner courtyard to Dong A's sudden attack, everything happened in an extremely short amount of time.

Just before the vine snakes completely surrounded him in mid-air, a pale figure caught a glimpse of a gap and quickly flew up, as if he was about to escape.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless wooden spikes shot out and pierced through his body in an instant!

His body jerked in mid-air and only fell down when the violent wooden spikes stopped. From his head to his ankles, there were dense blood holes, and he died beyond death.

The entire Taoist temple fell silent, and whether it was the outer or inner disciples, they were all deeply shocked by this scene.

Jiang Wang's eyes widened as he watched, "Did that eerie heretic just die like that?"

But Dong A didn't even glance at him and said calmly, "What about the other one, still hiding?"

"Ridiculous!" He walked leisurely, step by step, towards the sky, "Everything in the Jade Cage is under my control, everything is full of vitality, except for your taste, which is disgusting!"

A door grew out of his hand and grabbed a person nearby who was dressed as an outer disciple. The wooden hand's five fingers quickly moved all over his body, locking him in place.

At the same time, the wooden arm stretched rapidly and lifted the person up to Dong A in mid-air.

"Speak, who sent you? How dare you attack in the Taoist temple?" Dong A stood with his back to the starry sky, overlooking this bold and arrogant assassin.

The wind seemed to have stopped, waiting quietly for this person's answer.

The ordinary-looking assassin suddenly grinned, and his entire head suddenly exploded!

Dong A clenched his fist, and a layer of water instantly wrapped around the red and white matter, forming a swollen water ball.

He glanced at the previous corpse, and a seed broke through the soil, grew rapidly, bloomed into a large mouth, and swallowed the corpse in one bite. Dong A then threw the water ball into the mouth, and it closed and shrank back into the soil.

The two corpses were cleaned up like this, but Dong A's anger became even more apparent.

"The cultivation seed of my Zhuang country was killed in the Taoist temple! This heretic dared to do such a thing! This matter must be thoroughly investigated! The city lord's mansion must give an explanation to our temple. No matter who the instigator is behind the scenes, they must be killed!"

His fifth-grade cultivation power was fully displayed, and his voice was like thunder, shaking the entire city.

Many people in Maple Forest City were frightened by this.

Then, a loud voice also spread throughout the city. It was the city lord of Maple Forest City, Wei Quji, "Dong A, rest assured, this matter will be explained by our mansion! No matter who or what is involved, once caught, they will be killed without mercy!"

Jiang Wang watched this scene unfold and vaguely felt that he had touched some kind of fierce whirlpool beneath the surface of the sea.

The Taoist temple was where the country trained its talents and where its fate lay. Attacking in the Taoist temple had already crossed Dong A's bottom line.

Strong Qin had already torn off a layer of Zhuang country's face with their tactics, and now, although it was unclear what the purpose of the heretic's attack on the Taoist temple was, it was hard to say that they didn't have the intention to test the official response.

Before today, it was well known that Dong A and Wei Quji were not compatible. The former belonged to the faction of the prime minister Du Ruhai, while the latter was an old subordinate of the Grand General Huang Fuduan.

With Dong A's strength, he didn't need to make such a big fuss to catch the heretic. His use of Taoist arts to cover the entire temple and his subsequent dialogue with Wei Quji seemed more like he was showing off his power and making his attitude clear, in order to deter those who were lurking in the shadows.

Zhuang country was not peaceful.

"Let's all disperse." Dong A's face was expressionless as he turned and walked down from the sky.

The door panel returned to its original position, and the vine snakes returned to the wall... the entire Taoist temple returned to its original state in an instant.

The night seemed to have always been so quiet.It all seemed like a dream.

But the wounds that hadn't fully healed told Jiang Wang otherwise.

This was the power of a fifth-grade expert.

And it was the scenery he was about to climb!

When Zhao Rucheng rushed to the Taoist temple, everything had already calmed down, except for the outer disciples who were still excited about the dean's power.

He saw Jiang Wang in the dormitory, who was using a handkerchief with golden threads to carefully wipe his sword.

The handkerchief naturally belonged to Zhao Rucheng, and no one else in the dormitory would use it.

Zhao Rucheng first noticed the re-bandaged back of his foot and sneered, "Oh, are you injured again? You're the best swordsman among the outer disciples, is there something wrong with that?"

"Not really." Jiang Wang continued wiping the blade, "Just need to dry it out and teach you a lesson."

At this point, he looked up with a smile at Zhao Rucheng, "Little brother."

"Just one year older than me and practiced sword for one more year." Zhao Rucheng pouted.

"A day older is still older. Little brother."

Zhao Rucheng frowned and said irritably, "Can you stop wiping it? Do you know how many of your broken swords I can buy with this handkerchief of mine?"

Jiang Wang laughed arrogantly, "Do you know how much your handkerchief will be worth in the future when I use it to polish my sword?"

But when he said this, both he and Zhao Rucheng fell silent.

Because this kind of talk was always Fang Pengju's style. Using Zhao Rucheng's embroidered handkerchief to wipe his sword was also his "bad habit". As he said, "Our brothers' swords will be passed down for thousands of years, and if we don't take good care of them, how can they be passed down? This good handkerchief is wasted on wiping faces! Although Rucheng looks good, can his face be passed down for thousands of years?"

Some people have disappeared, but the traces they left behind will still exist for a long time...

Zhao Rucheng was the first to change the subject and said, "Brother, what do you think the demon was after when it attacked the Taoist temple this time? Will it affect you... accidentally?"

"The Fang family shouldn't have the guts." Jiang Wang shook his head, "But you never know. By the way, have you seen the boss?"

Ling He went to the Fang family to return the body at noon, but he still hasn't come back. This made him worried.

"I heard that he was kicked out of the Fang family, and I don't know where he went next." Zhao Rucheng replied.

Jiang Wang was silent for a while, "Let's go, let's go find him."

"If you want to find him, go ahead. I won't accompany a bad person doing bad things." Zhao Rucheng pouted.

"Hey, it's not like I invited him and he got the cold shoulder. Why are you looking at me like that?" Jiang Wang just stared at him without saying a word.

He had to surrender, "Okay, okay. But it's so late, where do we look for him?"

"First of all," Jiang Wang analyzed, "He definitely wouldn't throw himself into a mass grave."

"But he doesn't have any money either." Zhao Rucheng added.

"Then, he's a person who values relationships..." Jiang Wang stood up and walked out, "I know where he went."

"I also know what he's doing!" Zhao Rucheng followed behind, wrinkling his handsome nose, "Probably crying."

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