Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 7 Thunder in the Palm

Chapter Seven: Palm Lightning

The atmosphere in the living room became unusually eerie, as if the air itself had turned cold. Dongfang Jiye, the old butler, and the other bodyguards, all ordinary people, were trembling.

The other "talented individuals" weren't much better off. Upon seeing the dark figure appear behind Wu Xuan, they immediately retreated in large strides, each looking tense.

"Master Wu Xuan actually used his ultimate technique—exorcism!"

An elderly, bald monk couldn't help but exclaim.

"Exorcism?"

Zhuo Yang was very curious. He had seen many exorcising cultivators, some of whom were so powerful that they could even refine gods into ghosts, whose power was even greater than when the gods were alive. He wondered how capable the exorcising cultivators on Earth were.

A surge of fighting spirit made Zhuo Yang feel his whole body heat up.

"Boy, you ambushed me, today is your death day!" Wu Xuan's face was sinister, and his smile was as creepy as a vengeful ghost.

"Okay."

Zhuo Yang responded with just two words.

Wu Xuan was stunned for a moment, almost suffering internal injuries from holding it in.

Aren't you going to say a few more harsh words?

How about we show some more momentum?

Seeing that Zhuo Yang really had no intention of wasting words, he gritted his teeth and waved both hands at the same time.

In an instant, a piercing scream echoed throughout the entire villa, as if countless vengeful ghosts were roaring in one's ears.

The timid ones had already knelt on the ground, and no matter how they covered their ears, it was no use; they felt that the voice was coming from inside their heads.

Unlike the tense crowd, Zhuo Yang stood calmly and suddenly asked, "Your summoned spirits aren't just for distracting the enemy, are they?"

Wu Xuan's fierce expression froze for a moment: "You're not affected?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head.

Wu Xuan almost spat out blood. His most proficient technique of exorcising ghosts and disturbing the enemy's mind was actually useless against him?

"Whatever, Master Dao is really going all out today!"

He gritted his teeth and sneered, then silently recited an incantation. The dark shadow behind him suddenly attached itself to his back and slowly merged with it.

"Interesting, possessed by a demon!" Zhuo Yang finally perked up.

"Go to hell! Stop trying to act tough in front of me!" Wu Xuan roared in fury, then leaped into the air and pounced on Zhuo Yang.

The scene was truly like a vengeful ghost appearing, intent on killing people.

Zhuo Yang remained indifferent, but when he saw Wu Xuan's eyes turn bloodshot, his brows furrowed immediately.

"Your servant spirit is your closest relative!"

Zhuo Yang snorted coldly and raised his arm to meet the flying Wu Xuan.

There are many types of demon summoners. They are usually made by refining the souls of enemies or capturing wandering ghosts. However, there is another type that is extremely vicious. Those who practice the art of demon summoning personally torture and kill their own loved ones, so that the ghosts have immense resentment in order to enhance the power of the demon summoners.

After being possessed by the demon, Wu Xuan's eyes turned bloodshot, clearly showing deep resentment!

"There's so much nonsense, die!"

Having been repeatedly humiliated by Zhuo Yang, Wu Xuan unleashed his full power in a fit of rage. His fingertips suddenly extended over an inch of jet-black nails, and his face turned a dark, gleaming black.

"You too..." Zhuo Yang coldly raised the corners of his mouth, "...die!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xuan had already rushed forward, raising his claws and grabbing at Zhuo Yang's head.

Zhuo Yang was even faster, reaching out with lightning speed and landing precisely on Wu Xuan's head.

"Thunder in the Palm!"

A thought struck my heart, and a flash of lightning appeared.

A series of cracking sounds, like an electric shock, rang out, and sparks flew between Zhuo Yang's fingers. Moments later, wisps of smoke rose into the air.

With a muffled thud, Wu Xuan, his head charred black, crashed heavily to the ground and lay motionless.

Ghosts vanished into thin air; humans were scattered to the winds!

The room fell silent; everyone stared in shock, mouths agape, completely bewildered by what had happened.

The person who fell was Wu Xuan again?

It seems he's already dead...

After realizing what had happened, everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhuo Yang. No one expected that the renowned Five Profound Daoist would be so easily defeated by an unknown kid.

As the host, Dongfang Jiye was equally shocked, but he had no choice but to step forward and cautiously ask, "Mr. Zhuo... what happened to Daoist Wuxuan?"

Zhuo Yang snorted: "His summoned spirits were created by personally torturing and killing his closest relatives, so I killed him!"

"Killed him?" Dongfang Jiye was shocked. He smiled bitterly for a long time before saying, "Master Wuxuan is a disciple of Qingxuan Temple. If you kill him, you will get into big trouble."

"This is a small matter. If you have time, Mr. Dongfang, please take the body to Qingxuan Temple and tell them that Zhuo Yang was the murderer," Zhuo Yang said indifferently.

If Qingxuan Temple uses evil exorcism techniques, then the others won't be any better. If they come to seek revenge, we can wipe them all out.

With his expression returning to calm, Zhuo Yang maintained a faint smile and slowly walked to the bedside. "Your daughter's condition is critical; she's about to collapse. I need to act immediately. Please clear the area; the scene that follows should not be witnessed by others."

No one dared to challenge Zhuo Yang anymore. The infamous Wu Xuan was killed on the spot for opposing him!

So the group of people quickly left the living room.

Dongfang Jiye had no choice. Although he still didn't trust Zhuo Yang, he had no one else to rely on, so he had to agree and had the servants set up a gauze curtain by the large bed.

Dongfang Jiye refused to leave and stood inside the gauze curtain with the old steward.

Zhuo Yang looked at the two of them and sighed helplessly, "Since you insist on seeing this, then be careful to avoid seeing anything you shouldn't!"

The two nodded and then shook their heads, completely failing to understand Zhuo Yang's meaning.

Zhuo Yang ignored them and yanked off the blanket covering Dongfang Ke'er.

Dongfang Ke'er, now fully exposed, trembled slightly in her pajamas. Her eyes, not fully open, held a hint of shyness, and her small mouth was slightly parted, as if she were speaking.

"Don't worry, I will heal you!" Zhuo Yang comforted him gently.

Then, he looked at Dongfang Ke'er's body, which looked like a skeleton. How much suffering must she have endured to have lasted until now?

Zhuo Yang quickly found a jade pendant with cloud patterns on Dongfang Ke'er's collar and ripped it off. He closed his eyes and used his primordial spirit to sense it, and something instantly appeared in his mind.

Some lost, fragmented memories returned, his spirit became more abundant, and his control over his true essence instantly increased significantly!

However, to allow the primordial spirit to fully return to its rightful place, we need to find a quiet place and proceed slowly.

Zhuo Yang let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and saw Dongfang Jiye and the old butler staring at him. "What are you looking at?"

“You’ve had your eyes closed for ten minutes.” Dongfang Jiye’s eyes were trembling.

A doctor was treating a patient and fell asleep. What's going on?

"So long?" Zhuo Yang quickly looked at Dongfang Ke'er, only to see a pair of wide, surprised eyes. "Feeling better now?"

"Hmm!" Dongfang Ke'er tried to sit up, but due to her long illness, she had no strength in her hands and gave up after struggling for a moment.

Dongfang Jiye was immediately shocked, and after a long while, he burst into tears and knelt down beside the bed to hug his daughter.

The old butler was wiping away tears when he suddenly remembered Zhuo Yang. He knelt down in front of him with a thud: "Mr. Zhuo, thank you, thank you for saving Miss!"

Zhuo Yang quickly helped him up and said with a smile, "It's no big deal. Besides, the Dongfang family has offered a reward of ten million, so just pay up!"

"Mr. Zhuo, I can't thank you enough. I'll prepare it for you right away." Dongfang Jiye, as expected of the richest man in Lingzhou, quickly regained his composure, took Zhuo Yang's arm affectionately, and said, "Please stay for a simple meal, Mr. Zhuo, would you mind?"

He even threw away his walking stick, and he could feel the changes happening in his body!

"Not busy, it's not over yet!" Zhuo Yang said with a smile.