But just when the mission was about to be completed, and he was about to be freed himself, he had to grit his teeth and help the General maintain his existence because of his descendants' actions.

Jie Shun'an put away the Peach Wood Sword, facing Li Zhiyuan, even though he couldn't see, he seemed to have developed a new sense.

"Who goes there?"

Li Zhiyuan glanced at the command flag tucked into Jie Shun'an's waist and said:

"Give me the command flag.

I promise you,

once I've solved the problems here, I can help you get revenge."

"Hehehe..." Jie Shun'an laughed. He touched the command flag on his waist and retorted, "Can you solve it?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I have some confidence."

"It's a pity, if it were twenty years ago, before I went on Granny's orders to pay respects at the Wang family's birthday banquet for that old beast, meeting you would have been great."

"Sorry, I wasn't born yet back then."

"Hahaha... It's too late, back then I thought I was really formidable, able to escape unnoticed from the Wang family's birthday banquet, until later that night when they tracked my path back home.

My Granny, who always advised me that enemies should be resolved, not maintained, and let bygones be bygones, immolated herself in the old house to block them to protect me.

That night, the fire was fierce, the timber used for our old house was of good quality."

Li Zhiyuan: "So I'm not persuading you to let go of your hatred. I said I can help you get revenge, I can even devise many plans that will enhance your pleasure in taking revenge.

I'm serious."

Jie Shun'an: "Are you stating that those three families deserve my revenge, and it serves them right, but the ordinary folks around here are innocent and shouldn't be dragged into it?

From your voice, you sound quite young, right?

Unexpectedly, at such a young age, you possess such a Bodhisattva heart, compassionate and sympathetic."

Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Haha, did you really think I was complimenting you?"

"Yes."

"Your accent isn't local, get out, the further the better, the matters here have nothing to do with you, if you want to show kindness and compassion, do it elsewhere!"

"I'm not doing a merciful act, I'm just doing the right thing."

Li Zhiyuan examined himself; there aren't many people he truly cares about now, barely enough to count on one hand, but more than enough on two.

Speaking of being heartless, this Jie Shun'an really can't compare to himself, at least he still harbors boundless hatred inside, and hatred is an emotion too.

However, he suddenly gave himself so many titles.

From a patient's perspective, these mocking words sound like "wish you a speedy recovery."

Jie Shun'an pointed at his own eyes and asked: "Did you see them?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I saw them, you're blind."

Jie Shun'an: "I can no longer see this world."

"Yes."

"Since I can't see it, this world has no meaning."

"Okay."

"I want to let my ancestors see what a foolish sacrifice they made back then to seal the Evil!

Why couldn't they think for themselves, for us their descendants!

I want them to regret it, to turn their sacrifice and self-righteous greatness into a colossal joke, I want to destroy everything they thought was valuable and meaningful!

The Yan Family, Xie Family, Wang Family, Bo Family.

These three families,

won't suffice.

I want more people, as many as possible, to be buried with me and the Jie family!"

"Okay, I've understood."

Li Zhiyuan raised his right hand and swung it forward.

Run Sheng charged forward, holding the Yellow River Shovel.

The air gate opened, the force was vigorous, the proximity of each step caused echoes near the giant pit.

Jie Shun'an swallowed his saliva, immediately realizing he was no match for this person, at least not in close combat, facing this rushing figure, he practically had no chance.

Thus, he decisively dropped the Peach Wood Sword, waved his arms, two pieces of bamboo slipped out from his sleeves, then swiftly flicked them forward, the bamboo rapidly extended.

Like the Yellow River Shovel in the hands of a Corpse Recovery Diver, these bamboo sticks are also the standard equipment for a Corpse-Driving Daoist.

Jie Shun'an's arms swung, the long bamboo rods stood upright in the air and then stretched down towards the giant pit.

As Run Sheng approached close, Jie Shun'an shifted his body, used himself as an axis, swung the bamboo rods up while retracting his arms, pulling the bamboo rods back.

The Corpse-Driving Daoist lying in the giant pit's coffin was clamped by the bamboo rods, lifted out of the pit, and landed before Run Sheng.

Jie Shun'an manipulated the bamboo rods, and the Corpse-Driving Daoist began to move.

It raised its hand, throwing a punch at Run Sheng.

This was the Jie family ancestor, also the General, though dead, the might remained, especially as two fierce tigers.

The General, when at his peak years ago, could rival the Dragon King directly, now even though spells can't be cast, the controlled body still holds terrifying power.

The fist carried enormous pressure, causing a gust of wind.

Run Sheng dared not neglect it, the originally intended attack with the Yellow River Shovel was switched directly to a horizontal block.

"Bang!"

With one punch, the Corpse-Driving Daoist didn't budge, while Run Sheng's figure swiftly slid backward, feet scraping the ground for tens of meters, the once tall hiking boots not only smoked but half melted.

If it weren't for this custom-designed Yellow River Shovel, with the old ones during the contact with the fist, it would have likely broken long ago.

Run Sheng was extremely shocked by the dreadful power of the opponent's body, reminiscent of the feeling during the initial special training when his mentor, Uncle Qin, was sparring with him.

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