Fang Zhixing, with a disdainful expression, took a step forward, closed the distance to the young girl, and delivered another Demon Blood Vajra Palm.
The horrendous and crazy power of the palm exploded out, charging straight through like tidal waves lifting, sweeping everything in its path.
The sound of fracturing roared loud!
This magnificent castle could no longer hold, it collapsed dismantling, toppling down.
It was as if the earth and mountains were shaking!
In the chaos, the Black Demon Palm was unstoppable, shooting straight forward.
The little girl had just stabilized herself when she hurriedly raised her arms in front of her.
The overwhelming palm force was unstoppable, solidly smashing through, sending the little girl flying, crashing through the wall.
Two arms as white as porcelain, burst in mid-air, shattered, dispersing.
Fang Zhixing, his clothes fluttering, landed gracefully.
Below his feet, ruins already formed, dust and smoke billowing, a scene of utter disarray.
The little girl tumbled into the garden outside the castle, rolling destructively through numerous beautiful flowers and plants.
However, she seemed to feel no pain and quickly stood up.
However, she no longer had her arms, and her appearance was miserable and wretched, her petite body disheveled by the wind.
Fang Zhixing charged over and kicked the little girl’s face.
The broad sole of his foot, unstoppable as a bamboo breaking, stamped fiercely on that pale face.
The little girl’s face caved in, her neck bent sharply backward, she fell backward, her head harshly smashing into the mud.
An immediate large pit formed on the ground.
In the pit, the girl was stuck in the mud like a scallion.
Fang Zhixing grabbed her by the ankle, pulled her out, swung her around in the air, then smashed her down onto the ground.
The little girl, like a dead dog, was brutally thrown around by Fang Zhixing.
More and more cracks appeared on her face and body, her entire body was covered with fissures.
Yet not a single drop of blood flowed out!
Shortly, a piece of skin peeled off from her left cheek.
Fang Zhixing’s pupils shrank, and he discovered that inside the girl’s cheek, it was pitch black.
Just like she really was a porcelain, hollow inside.
The little girl was neither a Heavenly Person, nor an armor-clad Saint or flesh-formed Saint.
"What exactly is this so-called Evil Spirit?"
Fang Zhixing felt puzzled inside, but hesitated not a moment longer, flicking his fingers.
A clump of Blood Drops burst forth!
The blood drop was as big as an apple, stretching into a black line, flying silently, and in a flash, burrowed into the girl’s cheek.
Fang Zhixing then flung his hand and forcefully threw the girl into the night sky.
The sound of the porcelain breaking echoed grandly, the girl shattered into countless pieces scattering around.
Fang Zhixing waved his hand big, sweeping across the sky.
Instantly, all the shards visibly withered away, turning into flying ash and vanishing into thin air.
"Hmm, that’s resolved."
Fang Zhixing felt this mission was almost without much difficulty, completed without much uproar.
After a while, Xigou and Nie Chen came running over.
Xigou, having lost a tail, ran with a bit of a strange gait.
Nie Chen was in worse condition, injured upon injury, his face pale as paper, listless and languid.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing asked curiously, "The recovery ability of a Heavenly People Avatar should be very strong, right? How come?"
Nie Chen spread his hands and said, "Alas, this Evil Spirit’s power is very strange, filled with an eerie energy that continually damages my body. Recovery just can’t keep up."
Fang Zhixing understood and inquired, "In your eyes, what does the Evil Spirit look like?"
Nie Chen described carefully, explaining, "Well, it has a bird’s head, also somewhat resembles a chicken head, as well as a snake’s neck, a cow’s body, and many tentacles on its back, at least ten meters tall."
Fang Zhixing listened, dumbfounded, and immediately passed a message to Xigou, "And you?"
Xigou replied, "That Evil Spirit actually looks quite attractive, very much like the red-haired woman who was sacrificed, almost like they were twins."
Fang Zhixing was speechless, his tongue clicked as he said, "In my eyes, the Evil Spirit is just a little girl."
Xigou blinked and said, "Is it the same girl you asked about before? But I didn’t see any little girl from beginning to end."
Fang Zhixing gasped, turning to Nie Chen, "Have you encountered this situation before, where different people see the same thing but it appears completely different?"
Nie Chen shook his head and said, "Never heard of it, but I thought this phenomenon occurred because the evil energy here is too thick and continuously breeding. We are very likely under the influence of the evil energy."
Fang Zhixing scoffed at this explanation.
If the Evil Spirit was extremely tall, the angle of its attacks should have come from above.
Yet, the attacks he received all came from the little girl, from a low angle, very natural, with nothing unusual.
Moreover, his attacks on the little girl were effective.
Frankly, had Nie Chen and Xigou not been there to witness a different scene, Fang Zhixing would not have noticed anything amiss at all.
So he changed his question, "Fellow Daoist Nie, where do you think the Evil Spirit came from?"
"Ah, I actually want to know more than you do."
Nie Chen shook his head, complaining, "These Evil Spirits simply seem endless. I’ve been in Yandang City for less than five years, yet I’ve already been forced to participate in no less than a hundred obligatory missions."
As he spoke, the ring emitted a beam of light, characters flashing.
[Congratulations to you both, mission completed!]
[Next, you have two hours of Treasure Hunting time.]
Nie Chen’s spirit lifted, and he urged, "Let’s not chat, let’s hurry and hunt for treasure."
She extended her hand, showing the ring, and smiled asking, "Do you want to be friends, so it’s easier to contact each other later?"
Fang Zhixing had been thinking along those lines and allowed the two rings to touch briefly.