The Martial Uncle held the Crow Daoist by the neck, gazing at him with cold eyes.
Around them, the gathered fellow disciples of Wudang were immensely invigorated.
In just two moves, they had directly crippled the Crow Daoist's physical body and now held him in their grasp.
Such power, coupled with the crackling arcs of electricity that pulsed around the Martial Uncle, made him appear exceptionally imposing and majestic.
"Senior Tiger Roar, mightiest of them all!"
"Senior Tiger Roar is truly powerful!"
"With this lightning magic combined with the spirit summoning technique, he truly lives up to his reputation as a master who dominated the world forty years ago."
"..."
The peers erupted in cheers.
The Martial Uncle, however, paid them no mind.
He simply addressed the Crow Daoist, who whimpered and groaned in his grasp, saying:
"Demonic priest, did you never imagine this day would come!"
The Crow Daoist was terrified, but he knew his death was certain.
Facing the Martial Uncle's inquiry, he remained silent.
The Martial Uncle continued:
"Tell me everything about the Netherworld Cult.
Perhaps, this humble Taoist can send you on your way to reincarnation.
In your next life, you might be a weed growing by the outhouse!"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
They looked at the Crow Daoist with grave expressions.
If they could glean more clues about the Netherworld Cult from the Crow Daoist's words, it would be all the better.
After all, as long as this evil cult remained, the world would never know peace.
But at this moment, the Crow Daoist suddenly let out a laugh:
"Hahaha, hahaha...
This humble Taoist, while I wish to live,
I also do not wish to suffer in the underworld.
If this humble Taoist were to reincarnate.
And endure a thousand years of torment in the eighteen levels of hell,
Do you think this humble Taoist would betray the cult?"
As he spoke, the fear of death on the Crow Daoist's face seemed to lessen.
After all, this demonic priest had roamed the mortal realm for a century.
He likely knew better than anyone what awaited him after death and what suffering he would face if captured in the underworld.
Rather than reincarnation and enduring endless torment,
He had already prepared himself for death.
The Martial Uncle wasted no more words, letting out a cold snort.
With a forceful squeeze, he slammed the Crow Daoist onto the ground with a "bang."
With his other hand, he drew a yellow talisman and shot it directly at the Crow Daoist.
The talisman stuck to the Crow Daoist's body, sealing his demonic power.
The Crow Daoist had become fish on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.
Now, anyone could kill him.
"Why don't you kill me!"
The Crow Daoist, like a dead dog, crawled up from the ground, speaking coldly.
"Don't think we have no way if you don't speak! Senior Brother Cangsong, this demonic priest is now your responsibility."
True Master Cangsong nodded slightly and stepped forward.
Simultaneously, he produced a Qiankun bag, preparing to collect the Crow Daoist's soul within it.
Seeing this, the Crow Daoist laughed again:
"You wish to use the soul-confusing technique on this humble Taoist?
Let me tell you, it's all meaningless.
From the moment we joined the Netherworld Cult, all of us disciples were branded with a forbidden curse.
Any attempt to extract information about the Netherworld Cult from my lips is futile."
With that, the Crow Daoist pointed a finger at his own forehead.
Immediately, a black character for "Forbidden" appeared.
Seeing this, everyone narrowed their eyes.
This was indeed a forbidden curse.
True Master Cangsong's figure flickered, and he instantly appeared before the Crow Daoist.
Reaching out, he grabbed the Crow Daoist's head.
Following this, a surge of energy rippled through.
The Crow Daoist let out a scream of agony, his eyes rolling back in his head, looking extremely pained.
The forbidden curse on his forehead also began to glow.
The surrounding Wudang elders and Martial Uncles frowned once more.
Then, True Master Cangsong flicked his hand, once again tossing the Crow Daoist to the ground like a dead dog.
He shook his head at the Martial Uncle:
"He truly was marked with a forbidden curse!"
The Crow Daoist, lying on the ground, let out a hoarse "Hahaha."
"Our cult has endured for two thousand years; naturally, we possess formidable strengths.
In this era, we are destined to rise.
To establish a brand new world..."
The Crow Daoist spoke in a hoarse voice, a look of madness on his face.
Everyone watched him, only the Martial Uncle turned to me and said:
"Little Qin, kill him!"
The current Crow Daoist held no value to them; it was impossible to glean even a single word about the Netherworld Cult from him.
Therefore, he could only be killed.
The Martial Uncle was asking me to do it, which meant he was intending to add to my spiritual lamp oil.
Without hesitation, I respectfully replied:
"Yes, Martial Uncle!"
With that, I carried my peach wood sword towards the demonic priest.
The Crow Daoist gazed at me with cold eyes:
"This humble Taoist began his cultivation at the age of eight.
He roamed the mortal realm for a century, killing countless people.
Alas!
Qin Ze, you and I have some karmic connection.
To die by your hand, this karma is now settled!"
Under everyone's gaze, I walked step by step towards him.
Looking at the demonic priest before me, I felt no pity.
Only cold indifference.
"It is over!"
With a swift motion, I raised the peach wood sword and brought it down in a single strike.
The Crow Daoist, his spiritual power sealed and under the watchful eyes of numerous Daoist masters,
Had no possibility of resistance.
He watched me attack and closed his eyes slightly.
The sword cut through, and with a "bang,"
The Crow Daoist's body instantly exploded, his soul scattered to the winds...