"Dear Nephew Sun, are you really sure that the young man is here?"
Daoist Qing Song gazed at Lin Dong in front of him and asked again.
"Absolutely certain!"
Lin Dong nodded solemnly, saying, "I am willing to swear on my life!"
To further strengthen his relationship with Daoist Qing Song and the heroes, he chose to betray Jiang Shi without hesitation.
After all, Jiang Shi was a villain who deserved it, no different from the Money Gang.
Even if he were killed, it would be justified.
"Who is Zhao Houcai?"
Sect Leader Yue cast a cold glance towards the crowd.
"Sect... Sect Leader Yue... Daoist Qing Song, Master Wu Hui, this is a misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding..."
Zhao Houcai’s voice trembled, face pale as he shakily stepped out from the crowd, saying, "I’m not even well acquainted with that young man; we just happened to meet by chance, it’s really a misunderstanding..."
He was almost in tears.
What the heck is this?
Instead of being implicated by Jiang Shi, he was actually implicated by this Lin Dong.
Infuriating that he had taken care of him countless times along the way, and this guy dared to claim he was closely associated with Jiang Shi?
"You are Zhao Houcai, explain everything from start to finish!"
Sect Leader Yue’s tone was icy as he stared at him.
"Yes, yes."
Zhao Houcai quickly started to explain in panic.
Meanwhile, Daoist Qing Song and Zen Master Wu Hui cast sharp glances towards the crowd.
"Everyone, don’t panic, line up and step to the side one by one, no one is allowed to leave!"
Daoist Qing Song shouted loudly.
"This is quite interesting, this guy committed such a heinous crime and dares to show up, I must witness this!"
Young Master Long spoke coldly, looking at everyone.
The crowd was unnerved, hurriedly moving to the side.
At the rear of the crowd, Jiang Shi, who was trying to leave, was quickly stopped by a burly Taoist about two meters tall.
The Taoist, around his forties, had a cold demeanor, wielding a meter-twenty-three-long broad great sword, stood like a guardian deity.
"Halt! Where do you think you’re going?"
The Taoist asked coldly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Shi and then looking towards a distant painting, frowning slightly.
The light was too dim to be sure, but he felt the person before him bore a seventy percent resemblance to the youth in the painting, leaving him in doubt.
"Forget it, let me go quietly, I won’t tell anyone else."
Jiang Shi spoke up.
"Insolent!"
The burly Taoist’s tone grew stern, "With the suspect not yet captured, you can’t come and go as you please, return!"
"If you don’t let me go, there might be casualties."
Jiang Shi frowned.
"You look just like the suspect, you better stay!"
The Taoist’s tone was icy, stomping his foot as his towering figure lunged forward with a mighty gust, his skin turning bronze as his giant sword whipped towards Jiang Shi.
"What skill!"
Jiang Shi’s eyes glinted, seeing the Taoist had also practiced a formidable Hard Skill, but he didn’t dodge, instead casually swiping at the sword.
BANG!
A palm hit the sword’s blade, producing a deafening thud, as if slapping bronze, knocking the sword from the Taoist’s hand into the air.
The immense force shocked the Taoist, making him feel like he had been struck by a wild bull. He staggered back in retreat.
"This isn’t right, come quickly..."
Disregarding everything, he shouted loudly.
THUMP!
A dull sound followed as the Taoist’s body was sent flying back by a punch from Jiang Shi, slamming into the wall behind with a thunderous crash.
The wall instantly bore a giant human-shaped imprint, fissures spreading ominously.
"Told you there’d be casualties if you didn’t listen."
Jiang Shi murmured, turning towards the crowd with a smile.
The commotion indeed caught everyone’s attention, their eyes fixated with astonishment.
Upon seeing Jiang Shi and the embedded giant body in the wall, everyone’s scalp tingled with fright, instinctively stepping back.
Though many didn’t recognize Jiang Shi, witnessing this scene, they sensed something was wrong.
Daoist Qing Hai from the Wuliang Daoist Temple was directly injured in one move?
"Master!"
Numerous Wuliang Temple disciples exclaimed, rushing over.
"It’s him, it’s definitely him, his Wolf Fang Club must be in that bundle!"
Young Master Lin shouted, pointing at Jiang Shi.
Everyone recoiled further, their hair standing on end, fearing they would be caught up in the fight.
Seeing Jiang Shi, some couldn’t help recalling that night at the Luoxia Sword Sect, shivering from head to toe.
But then they remembered this place was the Wuliang Daoist Temple, with several Martial Saint level masters, and the Kunshan Long Family experts present, easing their anxiety.
"That’s the youth who destroyed the Luoxia Sword Sect that night, kill him quickly!"
"Avenge the Luoxia Sword Sect!"
"Yes, revenge!"
Many shouted loudly.
Zhao Houcai, who had just used the "Throat-lock Hand," chuckled bitterly to himself.