Li Zhiyuan: "The difficulty level is different, and the types of questions are different as well."

The last time, I even encountered the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva, while Zhao Yi was wandering around some mountain hump.

Even this wave is a period of rest with decreased difficulty given by the Heavenly Dao to me, yet I ran into Zhao Yi during this wave.

Zhao Yi: "Does the Heavenly Dao play favorites?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I can gift you this kind of favor."

Zhao Yi raised his hand and waved at the sky: "I was joking, don't take it seriously."

Li Zhiyuan stepped into the Daoist temple, with Zhao Yi following closely behind.

The ground was littered with corpses, hardly any were intact, which fit Run Sheng's style perfectly, and the Liang sisters likely went overboard deliberately due to their fighting spirit.

In reality, these Daoist temples usually pride themselves as Righteous Path people. Like Shizhuo Zhao, who would shift Sinful Power under the guise of raising orphans and widows, it's not a rare practice, rather quite common.

It's just that these matters can't see the light, nor can they be weighed. Once they are measured, being wiped out is just asking for trouble.

Emperor Fengdu deals with major karma, whereas this type of Daoist temple poses minor karma. If Jiang Shangren can bear the waves of the river, he can naturally continue to exist until the next calamity. If not, then "Defying justice leads to self-destruction."

This Daoist temple clearly cannot bear it.

The fight was already at its end, the first seen was Sun Yan, standing there, commanding a crowd of snakes, worms, and vermin to find those trying to hide.

Besides that, she didn't need to do anything else, because the villains here were not enough for the three ahead to kill.

Run Sheng and the Liang Sisters were all soaked in blood, as if they had bathed in blood plasma.

At this moment, the trio reached the last building, with some desperately resisting, others begging for mercy, and a few righteously declaring "The Heavenly Dao sees all," and so on.

Run Sheng couldn't be bothered to listen to their blathering, simply smashing the Taoists in front of him with a shovel, one by one.

One of the Liang Sisters wielded a soft sword, the other a dagger. Alternating in covering each other, their efficiency in slaughter was no less than Run Sheng's.

Li Zhiyuan also acknowledged Zhao Yi's statement that strength was the weakest aspect of the sisters, as their cooperation naturally included Array rules, not only collaborating in Martial Arts but also able to instantly form an Array or Skill.

Such opponents, if you can't kill them from the start or keep suppressing them all along, once it becomes stalemated, they can devour you with endless means.

Li Zhiyuan: "You sure make a good son-in-law."

Zhao Yi lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and blew out a smoke ring, saying: "Li, your face is getting thicker and thicker."

Li Zhiyuan touched his face and replied: "Thank you."

Zhao Yi: "I bet the old lady at your house has already picked out a whole basket of names for your future kids?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Do you have any suggestions? I can pass them along for you."

Zhao Yi: "..."

Zhao Yi initially wanted to tease further, saying if Li Zhiyuan had fewer children, they wouldn't be enough to inherit all those surnames.

Thought better of it, that old lady is rather terrifying. If she caught wind of his innuendo on this matter, she might just get so angry she'd come to Jiujiang personally.

"Bang!"

The last elder with crane-like hair and child-like features was likely the temple master, dying the most heroically.

Run Sheng's shovel struck his head, the Liang sisters stabbed his chest, everyone competing for that last piece of head, directly blew up the temple master.

The hierarchical gap in the team's strength became evident at this moment.

The three from the Zhen Family and the Fat Gang abstained from confronting hard issues. For Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi, they weren't challenging enough at all.

Moreover, neither side had exerted their full effort, as not all members arrived, and the leaders on both sides hadn't entered the fray.

Run Sheng shook his head, splattered away the blood, revealing his face.

He smiled gleefully, enjoying the thrill of the kill.

Once Deadman Evil Qi was fully unleashed, Run Sheng controlled it nonetheless, though it's a kind of control that's not apparent in daily life and is completely exposed when truly engaged in fighting.

He didn't resist this change; after all, in a life-and-death fight, you need that kind of vigor.

Liang Yan was squeezing out her hair; the other was wringing her clothes.

Zhao Yi tossed the cigarette butt, ran over to help, aiding one sister here, lending a hand to the other there, aiming for equal distribution.

Li Zhiyuan set up a simple Array, ignited a fireball that would roam around, leaving an isolation Array at the entrance before departing.

In no time, this Daoist temple will be thoroughly burned down, turning into fertilizer in the mountains.

The next Daoist temple is smaller, with fewer people inside, which generally means a higher average level of Daoist cultivation.

Li Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Yi: "You take the lead."

Zhao Yi: "Do I need to be tested too?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Zhao Yi said quietly: "Give some face, I can definitely break this Array, but you break it first."

"Alright."

Li Zhiyuan stepped forward; blood mist appeared in the palm of his right hand, an Array flag emerged, the young man wielding the flag gently swung it, revealing a small temple gate under the canopy of green trees.

Zhao Yi limbered up his muscles for a warm-up, then kicked the door open and charged inside.

His speed was remarkable, seemingly performed to impress. When Li Zhiyuan entered, he saw two corpses of young Taoists already lying on the steps.

The last Taoist had a face like bark, clearly aged, and his condition was abnormal, obviously using some inhumane Secret Technique to extend his life.