Louis Wang was already coughing so hard he could barely catch his breath, but he found it exhilarating. That demon monkey actually dared to wound him!
He must kill him—no, not just kill him, but use the Yin-Yang Technique to seize his soul, refine it into a wretched spirit, and imprison it within a magical artifact to torment day and night!
He just loved putting arrogant people in their place, watching as their self-assured expressions slowly twisted into fear.
Hahaha, did he really think he could win just now?
He wanted to keep cursing, but his coughing was so severe that he could only exhale, not inhale, and it left him dizzy.
The wound on his chest was far too serious—at least four ribs must be broken. If he were an ordinary person, he’d surely be unable to stand by now.
Luckily, he was a tier above this demon monkey. No matter how strong Simon Stone's brute force was, it could never surpass Daoist magic!
He covered his mouth, closed his eyes, and gasped heavily, struggling to steady his breath.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the ground.
After much effort, he finally managed to steady his breathing and opened his eyes slightly.
"Hmm?"
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but when he opened them again, the scene before him remained unchanged.
Bent over, he saw the monkey’s feet right in front of him.
Hadn’t he already used the Invisibility Technique? How could he still be seen? Impossible.
Though the Invisibility Technique wasn’t a profound Daoist art, it was still his family’s secret method. Unless someone reached the Spirit-Transformation Stage, it was impossible to see through it. And this monkey was only at the Spirit Channeling Stage.
Anxiously, he looked up and saw a grinning face staring right at him.
For a moment, he was stunned, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.
Before he could react, the monkey had already swung its staff at him.
With a heavy thud, the staff landed squarely on his waist.
Another three ribs broken—blood spurted wildly.
Stars filled his vision; he couldn’t even keep his eyes open.
He crashed hard against the cliff wall nearby, slid down, blood gushing uncontrollably.
The Invisibility Technique was naturally dispelled.
Before he could recover, he felt a pair of furry hands clutching his throat.
"Chanting, huh? Why aren’t you reciting spells now? Afraid I’ll slip and crush your throat?" The monkey snarled viciously, pressing his fingers tighter against Louis Wang’s neck, draining all color from his already pale face.
He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but every breath he forced out was blood—he couldn’t even finish half a sentence.
He knew he was completely finished.
Yet at that very moment, the monkey hesitated.
Was he really going to kill him just like that?
He wasn’t at the Spirit-Refinement Stage—if he were, it’d be another matter. At least then, he could return the favor, killing the man and destroying his soul in the process.
But he was only at the Spirit Channeling Stage; destroying a soul was beyond his abilities.
After all, he was now on Avalon Mountain, not Enlightenment Peak. Even if Louis Wang had a thousand faults, none had been exposed yet. If the sect couldn’t find him and summoned his soul, the blame for murder would fall on him.
Staring at the dying Louis Wang, he breathed heavily, his hand around Wang’s throat trembling.
He didn’t know whether he should kill him.
Although Louis Wang had attacked him first, who would testify? Could he count on a dead man’s ghost to suddenly grow a conscience and tell the truth?
This situation wasn’t like when Rainflower Monastery accused him of killing Shirley Shi. Back then, without evidence, he could rely on Jade Cauldron’s status to suppress the matter. But if this guy died and returned to testify...
He’d already experienced the hostility toward demons on Avalon Mountain.
Normally, with his temperament, he wouldn’t let someone who killed Shirley Shi and attacked him go. But... if he followed the reasoning of the Sage's Path, this man couldn’t be killed.
He stood there, lost in thought for a long, long time.
A breeze swept by; the sun slanted westward in the sky, and time shifted around him.
In the end, he could only loosen his grip slightly and delivered a blow to the back of Louis Wang's neck, knocking him out.
In the end, he just wasn’t strong enough.
It was a heavy, oppressive feeling that left the monkey gasping for air. He suddenly remembered those Heaven Soldiers shouting about 'upholding justice,' pointing their weapons at him.
A demon’s justice could only be upheld by oneself.
He lifted his head and gazed westward.
When will he return to Crescent Star Cave? What was Skylar Loft hiding in his gourd?
Before leaving, he looked back at Louis Wang lying on the ground. For a moment, he almost wanted to stomp his head to pieces.
But in the end, he didn’t.
Thinking of how Shirley Shi had been killed by this brute, he couldn’t help but feel stifled.
But what could he do? Trade his own life for that brute’s?