Chapter 183: Wu Luo

Chapter 183: Wu Luo

The old priest stood up slowly. He was not in a hurry, as if he did not care if True Lord Siming’s divine power would be drained.

True Lord Siming’s divine power was capable of reversing life and death. Unless the attacker had a cultivation level comparable to that of the True Lord Siming, no degree of damage to the old man’s body could exhaust this divine power.

That was also why those fourth-rank priests refused to get involved in the fight. They thought that since Zhang Yuelu was the one who caused this trouble, she should bear the consequences alone, as it was only natural not to implicate others.

Although the old priest said he wanted to take revenge on Zhang Yuelu for killing his fellow members of the Lingshan Witch Cult, he had a certain appreciation for her. Instead, he repeatedly mocked the group of fourth-rank priests who were watching on the sidelines.

This old man had been living in the Daoist community all his life. Even if he joined a secret society out of despair, he was still fundamentally a Daoist because of the decades of deeply ingrained Daoist teachings and habits.

The old priest sneered. “I’m not in a rush to kill you, Mage Zhang. Taking revenge on you is just a side business. Destroying this flying ship is my main task, which will shake up the Daoist Order.”

Everyone’s expressions changed.

If the flying ship crashed, no one would be able to escape, unless they were Heavenly Beings who could fly.

Zhang Yuelu shouted, “Get the superintendent of the flying ship to make an emergency landing now!”

The old priest smirked. “It’s too late.”

At this moment, a fourth-rank priest shouted at his peers, “What is everyone waiting for?! Do you all want to die here?!”

At this time, the group of fourth-rank priests finally worked together to besiege the old priest. But, as the old priest said, it was too late.

Previously, the old priest used his golden beam of divine power to create a hole in the deck, destroying the formation of the flying ship. It seemed unintentional, but it was actually a calculated move to stop the flying ship from making an emergency landing.

Under normal circumstances, the superintendent of the flying ship could contact the local Daoist mansion for help. If a Heavenly Being came to assist them, they could easily defeat the old man.

Zhang Yuelu suspected that the Heavenly Preceptor himself drew this talisman because it was so precise and perfect. The Heavenly Preceptor did not give her a talisman that could kill Heavenly Beings because such a talisman would require even more energy to activate. Zhang Yuelu did not have the ability to use such a strong talisman at the moment. It would be akin to giving a child a sledgehammer. It was useless, and the child might even hurt herself.

The purple light was blinding. When the flash of light dissipated, Qi Xuansu looked up and saw a scorched black mark where the old priest was, as if the old man had been obliterated.

Did the old man die so easily?

Qi Xuansu could not believe it for a while. After all, the old priest was confident, claiming that he could destroy the flying ship. He even had the divine power of two Ancient Immortals, so how could he disappear like that?

At this moment, a fourth-rank priest suddenly screamed. Everyone turned to the source of the sound and saw a skeletal palm piercing the fourth-rank priest’s chest from behind. There were only bones left of the five fingers that gripped the fourth-rank priest’s heart.

With a slight push, the fourth-rank priest fell face-first on the deck, revealing the figure behind him.

If it were not for the hump on the figure’s back, no one would have been able to identify that this creature was actually the old priest from before.

The old priest’s robe and hair had been burned to ashes by the lightning, and his whole body was charred. The scorched skin on his body continued to fall off like dry bark, revealing the blackened mess underneath that did not even look like flesh.

There were only two empty eye sockets where the old priest’s eyes used to be. Black flames burned in the eye sockets, reflecting everyone’s figures.

Zhang Yuelu’s heart sank. Everyone was also shocked. If even such a thick thunderbolt could not kill this old priest, nothing else could.

Suddenly, the old priest opened his mouth. There was no tongue inside, and his teeth had turned completely black, but somehow he still managed to shout, “Wu Luo!”

“Wu Luo” was actually an honorific title that meant “The Great Witch Luo,” with “Luo” being the witch’s real name. However, after decades of simplification, later generations thought that “Wu” was her last name.

The next moment, the flying ship came to a standstill mid-air. In front of them was a huge woman-like figure, which had no substance, like a mirage created from the outlines of the scenery below. However, it exuded intense wild energy.

This was the projection of the Ancient Immortal, Wu Luo.