The young Taoist, whose Money Sword had been tainted by the old village chief's dark blood, suddenly raised his blade and smashed it fiercely onto the forehead of Xuan Zhen Daoist!
Xuan Zhen Daoist's face changed drastically. He hurriedly sidestepped, but it was too late. His head caved in instantly. Ignoring the intense pain, Xuan Zhen prepared to form a thunder incantation with his hands. However, at that moment, the young Taoist seemed to snap out of his trance, his expression clearing up, causing Xuan Zhen to halt his thunder spell immediately.
The young Taoist then let out a sinister grin and swung his Money Sword downward once more.
A bloody gash split open on Xuan Zhen Daoist's forehead.
In the blink of an eye, the other Taoists reacted, rushing forward in panic to restrain the young man as he struggled wildly.
