Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 744 - 166 The Integrity and Morals of a Great Scholar

Longevity Sect...

So, this is the reinforcement that Monkey... no, Kong Ting called for?

Wang Yunxiao’s spirit was already somewhat scattered, and he hadn’t even noticed that right beside him was the gate of the Special Service Bureau.

Using a notebook to traverse dimensions, it’s easy to lose your sense of direction.

Reality isn’t a game; there’s no M key to open a mini-map.

Li Mumu...

He subconsciously wanted to use his third eye to look, but immediately realized the danger and tightly shut his eyes.

Li Mumu also had a notebook in her possession.

Although the girl in front of him no longer looked quite human, Wang Yunxiao still didn’t want to associate her with the contamination within the notebook.

Whether it was Li Mumu herself or not, he didn’t want to take the risk.

And now was not the time to study her.

He had dealt with these three witches before and had some understanding of their strength.

A robot, a Yin Envoy, and one... hard to specifically describe what sort of thing it was.

They employed a variety of complicated and tricky methodologies.

If it had been when he was in good shape, maybe he could have exchanged some moves with them.

But now, after a night of fierce battling, he was at the end of his strength.

Moreover, he had been endlessly fighting against creatures like Kong Ting, those Shit Monsters, and both his health and mana were nearly depleted.

It was rather troublesome.

......

"What to do? Should we attack?"

Having chased along the chains all the way here, Li Mumu was also very tired. If it were not for the fact that she still had a personal grievance with Sister Bingbing to settle, it would have been hard for her to persist.

This old guy was like a cockroach; whether in terms of reproductive abilities or disgust factor, both were on par with each other.

Xia Yubing waved her hand to indicate that Li Mumu should not meddle rashly.

There was no need to provoke the Garrison Soldiers, even if they looked a bit weird.

"Mountain Leader, you should commit suicide," Xia Yubing said directly to Kong Ting, ignoring the ferocious Garrison Soldiers opposite her. "Out of respect for our past teacher-student relationship, I will give you a chance to preserve some dignity."

"I won’t!"

Kong Ting gritted his teeth.

"Zhao Ning! Do you really want to disrespect and destroy your ancestors?"

Xia Yubing shook her head and said loudly, "Military Officer, please take action."

"What military officer! These people have been possessed by demons!"

Watching Wang Yunxiao take a step forward, Kong Ting was a mixture of shock and rage, turning his head to yell fiercely, "Special Service Bureau! How can you stand by and ignore this, this is dereliction of duty and perverting the law!"

If he hadn’t shouted, Wang Yunxiao really wouldn’t have recognized where he was.

Looking up, damn! How could this old fellow be so shameless?

The witches from the Longevity Sect opposite were clearly here to settle scores. How outrageously wicked must one be to provoke both the Righteous and the Heretical Paths? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Watching Wang Yunxiao close in step by step, Kong Ting finally had a mental breakdown.

Seeing the heads hanging from the waist of that Garrison Soldier, his legs began to weaken.

"Don’t come closer! Scram—! How can a scholar die at the hands of a vulgar soldier! Zhao Ning! Give me a sword! Let me end it myself!"

Looking at the old guy in front of him whose face was twisted and gradually losing his sanity, Wang Yunxiao sneered in his heart.

I thought you felt no pain.

I thought you truly weren’t afraid of death.

Turns out you won’t give up until you reach the Yellow River!

Without waiting for an answer from the witches on the opposite side, Wang Yunxiao directly took off the bayonet from the gun barrel, weighed it in his hand, and then flung it, tossing it onto the snowy ground in front of Kong Ting.

Come! Let’s see how you’ll perform!

Kong Ting watched the young garrison soldier before him with a mix of alarm and uncertainty, crouching down, trembling as he picked up the bayonet, the glow reflected on the blade making his fingers quiver.

The blade is cold.

The blade is too cold!

He screamed and threw the bayonet away, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground: "Spare... "

The answer to his plea was a vicious and fierce iron fist.

The plain and unadorned fist smashed heavily into his face, shattering his teeth and nasal bone, causing snot and tears to flow.

Wang Yunxiao grabbed his hair with one hand, kicked the bayonet on the ground up with the tip of his foot into his other hand, and his third eye on his forehead glared furiously, pouring endless twisted corruption into his brain.

Then, with a slash at the throat, he cut open half of the throat directly!

With a hard twist, he forcibly ripped off the massive head!

Standing at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau with a human head and murder weapon in hand, stepping on the headless corpse, Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that this was utterly screwed.

How is this any different from delivering oneself to the doorstep?

But if given the choice to do it all over again, he would make the same choice.

One must be as good as one’s word; if you say you’ll take someone down, you must keep your word.

Laozi almost sacrificed all my brothers and sisters on this trip; heaven won’t tolerate it if you don’t die!

The massive doors of the Special Service Bureau slowly opened.

After Kong Ting’s death, the invisible barrier that had blocked him had quietly vanished as well.

Wang Yunxiao raised his head and saw Liu Zhihan with a complex expression standing in front of him.

"Teacher Liu..."

His tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed, and Wang Yunxiao had only the time to murmur softly before feeling dizzy and blacking out.

But at that moment, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the notebook that had fallen to the ground. He saw the text on it.

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Wang Yunxiao: "???"

What the hell... is this thing that hard to kill?

As his mind wandered in confusion, the headless corpse he was stepping on suddenly got up in a carp-like flip, scrambling towards the open doors of the Special Service Bureau.

One can fake even a head?

You’re gonna make me vomit, brother!

Under Wang Yunxiao’s incredulous gaze, the severed neck of the headless body regrew a bald head, which no sooner opened its eyes than it started shouting: "I want to surrender myself! I cough, cough, cough..."

The newly regrown head only managed to utter a sentence before uncontrollably breaking into a violent cough, its bravado dissipating in less than a second, as the figure knelt to the ground, clutching its chest and retching.

Chunks of internal organs were coughed up with each violent cough.

First the lungs, then the stomach, liver, and spleen.

"Li... Li Chang’an!"

In vain, Kong Ting clutched at his throat, struggling to call out this name, and with a mouthful spat out his battered heart.

He never saw Li Chang’an’s sword.

Or rather, he didn’t see how Li Chang’an made that strike.

No one had ever claimed that Li Chang’an was the world’s number one swordsman.

Those who knew Li Chang’an only said that he was the world’s number one assassin.

Kong Ting practiced the Scholar Dharma Gate for many years, turning from the Righteous Path to the Heretical Path, and continued his cultivation until he reached the realm of Refine the Spirit and Return to the Void, ultimately becoming "Kuang Shen."

But he didn’t know, within the system of Twelve Laws, those of the Ranger Skill on the Righteous Path who reached the realm of Refine the Spirit and Return to the Void, the "Wine Sword Immortal," still practiced Li Chang’an’s swordplay.

Lies, after all, are just lies.

They can trick the heavens and deceive oneself, but they can never alter the truth.

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