Chapter 110 | Overtime Necromancy: My Legion Never Sleeps

After his laughter subsided, Chen Xu put his hands together and took a step forward.

Seeing Chen Xu move, the surrounding guards immediately raised their guns and aimed at him.

The guards crowded around the young master pulled out strange jars and blocked the boy's path.

Chen Xu ignored their actions and continued walking forward on his own.

"Benefactor, it was your family's servant who first startled this poor monk's horse. This poor monk only came to ask for compensation; why must there be such a grand display?"

"Hmph, I thought it was some mad monk, but it turns out he is just like those other stinking monks. How boring. Uncle Pu, you deal with him. I am going back."

"Yes, fourth young master."

After saying that, the child turned around to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, he hit something with a thud and fell to the ground as if there were a transparent wall in the air.

"Benefactor, the matter of compensation has not been settled yet. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you planning to renege on the debt?" Chen Xu continued to walk forward.

"Fourth young master, are you alright!"

Pu Tu ran over quickly to help the young master up.

After the young master stood up, he shook off Pu Tu's hand and reached out to feel the air in front of him, actually touching a transparent wall.

On the other side, a guard saw Chen Xu getting closer and closer, with no intention of stopping.

Moreover, there was a mysterious aura emanating from Chen Xu that pressured him, making it feel as if the being walking toward him was not a man, but a predatory beast baring its fangs.

Under intense tension, his finger twitched, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew rapidly toward Chen Xu, striking him near the waist.

The expected spray of blood did not appear; instead, a scream erupted from behind.

"Ah!"

The young master fell to the ground again, clutching his abdomen and crying out loudly. Bright red blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.

"Fourth young master!"

Pu Tu did not understand what had happened. He immediately knelt down and leaned over to check. After forcibly pulling the boy's hands away, he saw a large hole pierced through the fourth young master's waist with a bullet lodged inside.

The sound of the gunshot and the cries of their master's child triggered the highly stressed guards.

The other guards also pulled their triggers, and instantly, bullets swept toward Chen Xu like rain.

The guards holding the jars also chanted incantations. In an instant, a large number of poisonous insects and voodoo creatures crawled out of the jars, dropping to the ground and scurrying toward Chen Xu.

Chen Xu remained calm, continuing to walk forward at a leisurely pace. With every step he took, the guards felt the pressure increase. Their fingers clamped down on the triggers, pouring bullets toward Chen Xu.

Miraculously, after the bullets flew from the muzzles and spun at high speeds, they did not hit Chen Xu, nor did they hit Bone Guard Two or Bone Guard Three behind him.

There were not even any marks on the ground nearby from bullet impacts.

As for the poisonous insects and voodoo creatures, they evaporated into thin air as soon as they approached Chen Xu, vanishing from sight.

Only Pu Tu, kneeling on the ground in the rear, knew where those bullets and insects had gone.

The moment the guards opened fire together, Pu Tu watched with his own eyes as countless bullets appeared out of nowhere and slammed into the fourth young master. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the boy's silk clothes red.

He immediately turned his head and shouted for them to stop, but the guards were under Chen Xu's overwhelming pressure. Their eyes were fixed only on Chen Xu, and they could not hear his shouts at all.

It was not until they had emptied their magazines that Chen Xu withdrew his mythic-tier pressure.

Without Chen Xu's oppression, the guards felt a massive wave of relief, but they also felt weak and devoid of strength. Their knees buckled, and they all fell to the ground, kneeling toward Chen Xu.

"Amitabha." Chen Xu returned the gesture and continued walking into the manor.

As Chen Xu's voice fell, the guards kneeling on the ground simultaneously stopped breathing and collapsed in a heap.

If a mage specialized in souls or a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator proficient in divine sense had been present, they would have clearly perceived a massive wave of mental strength striking instantly. Like a steamroller, it crushed the guards on the scene, grinding their pathetic souls into fragments.

Chen Xu stopped when he reached Pu Tu's side.

At this moment, Pu Tu's mouth was wide open, his hands were propped on his knees, and his eyes were bulging as he stared at the mixture of mangled flesh, bullets, and poisonous insects on the ground.

Chen Xu looked down at his masterpiece and felt a slight sense of disgust.

The bullets and toxic insects flying toward him had all been captured by his mental strength and redirected onto the young master who had previously spoken so arrogantly.

That transparent wall had also been a manifestation of his mental strength.

No, he needed to refine this. He still needed to research the effect of using mental strength to imitate the technique of returning a blow with the sender's own move. Turning someone into a pile of meat was too detrimental to his image.

Chen Xu felt he still had some standards. He could kill and he could be wicked, but at the very least, he should not be a pervert.

Shaking his head, he reined in his emotions and spoke to the kneeling Pu Tu.

"Amitabha. Benefactor, I wonder if you can take charge and discuss the matter of compensation with this poor monk? Or perhaps you could introduce me to the person in charge of this Wa family?"

However, Pu Tu maintained his posture, motionless and completely unresponsive to Chen Xu's questioning. If he had not sensed that Pu Tu's heart was still beating, Chen Xu would have thought the man had been scared to death.

In truth, Pu Tu was indeed nearly scared to death. As the butler of the Wa family, he knew better than anyone how cruel these people were—no, they could not even be called people. He knew how brutal these terrifying creatures disguised in human skin were.

The maidservants, laborers, and even he, the butler, were no different from the servants outside in the eyes of the Wa family; they were simply better packaged.

Even though Pu Tu, as the butler, had access to a fair amount of information about the South Realm and knew many aristocratic clans and religious grandmasters, he still could not cultivate.

In other words, he could not enter dungeons to level up.

In this manor, only the Wa family held transcendent power. Servants like them could only obediently keep to their place.

Seeing the fourth young master die before his eyes in such a horrific manner, Pu Tu had already begun to imagine how he would be dealt with.

He would either be washed clean and served at a banquet for the Voodoo Cult guests to enjoy, or he would be brutally beaten by the family head to vent his rage before being thrown into a manger to serve as horse feed.

Whichever it was, it had always been Pu Tu who arranged these things in the past. Now, it was finally his turn.

Perhaps having come to terms with it, Pu Tu suddenly burst into loud laughter. "Haha, Hahaha!"

Beside him, Chen Xu was startled and took a step back.

Pu Tu leaned down, reached out with both hands, and grabbed a large handful of poisonous insects from the pile of mangled flesh, stuffing them into his mouth. He did not chew, forcing himself to swallow them.

After finishing one handful, he scooped up a second. But halfway through the second handful, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, face-first into the remains.

Seeing this, Chen Xu sighed. Pu Tu's behavior was certainly not out of fear of him, but rather out of fear of the aristocratic clan deeper within the manor.

How unlucky. His kill had been stolen by this aristocratic clan's reputation.

Looking toward the depths of the manor at the tallest building, Chen Xu shouted loudly once more.

"I thought you were a prominent family in Liuqing City that understood some etiquette. But you have disappointed this poor monk."

"Since you do not respect this poor monk, I presume you do not respect the Buddha either. In that case, to keep the Buddha from nagging, this poor monk can only deliver you to salvation so that you may personally listen to the scriptures and receive instruction before the Buddha."

Having said that, Chen Xu extended one hand, pressed his five fingers together, and made a pushing motion into the air.

"Boom!"

A massive palm print appeared on the building ahead.

This move was the long-lost mental strength version of the Tathagata Palm—the Tathagata Soul Palm!

Chen Xu withdrew his palm and looked toward the furthest house. Sensing the soaring rage within, he waved his hand, signaling Bone Guard Two and Bone Guard Three to step forward.

"After all, we are following the script of the Journey to the West. I cannot let Sanzang fight the entire scene alone. You two must also take action; otherwise, it will be hard to justify paying your acting fees."

"Yes!"

"Hou-ha!"

Bone Guard Three let out a violent roar, drew his dual blades, and charged into the manor.

With a flick of his hand, a spear appeared out of thin air in Bone Guard Two's grip as he followed closely behind.

Only Invincible remained by his side. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, the horse extended its head and affectionately nuzzled Chen Xu.

Chen Xu patted Invincible's head and said, "Do not just stand there. As it happens, there are many of your kind inside. My mental strength swept through, and they are all wicked things that eat human flesh. I leave them to you."