Chapter 113: The Death of the Sorcerer

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Mount Mao is one of the three great powers of the Daoist world.

Among the orthodox schools, it is also the one known for techniques that are particularly strange and overbearing.

Invoking spirits and summoning gods are considered its specialties.

Those things people do in daily life—“inviting a god to possess them,” “spirit dances,” and the like—should theoretically fall within the realm of Mount Mao sorcery. It is only that charlatans have used them to deceive people.

It was not until Fu Yang became involved with the supernatural world that he learned many of Mount Mao’s Daoist arts could truly summon the so-called “gods.”

Of course, these gods could not possibly be deities. What they actually were, no one could say for certain...

In short, they were a kind of power “borrowed” through talismans and incantations.

Take the “Giant Spirit Finger,” for example. According to Mount Mao’s own explanation, it was the power of the Giant Spirit God reached through spiritual communion...

Fu Yang had only three words in response: Yeah, right.

He had discussed the matter with A-Huang before.

A-Huang claimed to be a disciple of Mount Longhu and said he did not know much about this particular tradition. But there certainly were no actual gods in the world. They were merely practitioners of supernatural arts whom ordinary people had exaggerated into legends.

As for Mount Mao’s “spirit-invoking arts” and various methods of communicating with the supernatural, he believed they might involve contact with some particularly powerful supernatural entity—an妖 or a ghost, perhaps. It might even be one of Mount Mao’s ancestral masters. After all, the souls of one’s ancestors could also grant power to descendants who shared their bloodline...

Today, in the VIP lounge of the Marriott Hotel,

Fu Yang faced Tu Ka Cha, whose power had surged after unleashing the Hundred Flowers Flying Head Curse. With Lord Bear holding the enemy at bay, Fu Yang finally gritted his teeth and used the most powerful attacking Daoist technique he currently possessed.

Mount Mao Spirit Summoning—Giant Spirit Finger!

“By the name of Mount Mao, I respectfully beseech the Great Giant Spirit! Begone!”

After reciting the entire incantation, the two talismans in his hand spontaneously burst into flame and burned to ash.

Whoosh!

From the empty space before Fu Yang, an enormous... finger suddenly materialized!

It was unmistakably a human index finger. Every fingerprint and crease in the skin was clearly visible.

It was more than three meters long, with a diameter of nearly one meter!

A finger of such tremendous size—calling it the finger of the Giant Spirit God would surely have convinced any ordinary person.

This was the Mount Mao Daoist art known as the Giant Spirit Finger!

It was Fu Yang’s first time using it, and even he was stunned by the sight.

Boom!

The instant the Giant Spirit Finger appeared, it carried a terrifying force as it shot toward the Flying Head Curse and crushed everything in its path. Its passage was accompanied by thunderous rumbling, its momentum utterly overwhelming.

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That single attack had nearly exhausted all of Fu Yang’s strength.

He could not even remain standing. His legs gave way, and he dropped heavily onto the carpet, gasping for breath as sweat poured down his face. Only the ghostly power slowly circulating from his heart throughout his body kept him from passing out.

“What’s happening?”

Tu Ka Cha had been locked in a stalemate with Lord Bear when a thunderous roar suddenly came from behind him. He instinctively turned to look—and his heart jolted violently.

“What... what the hell is that?!”

Even as a notorious Thai sorcerer whose Hundred Flowers Flying Head Curse was extraordinarily powerful, he found it utterly inconceivable to see a gigantic finger, larger than a human being, hurtling toward him amid waves of fierce energy.

“Damn it! I never expected that little brat to have enough strength left to launch another attack like this.”

Tu Ka Cha felt a terrible headache coming on. He was now caught between two fronts.

If he diverted his attention to evade the strange giant finger behind him, the sharp claws of the fat cat demon in front might tear him apart...

“I refuse to believe a spell cast by that little brat in his exhausted state can be all that powerful!”

In the end, Tu Ka Cha decided to use his organs, hard as steel, to withstand the attack head-on, just as he had before. He was certain the attack only looked fierce and would still be unable to break through his defenses.

His intestines and organs whipped backward like the tentacles of an octopus, preparing to block the Giant Spirit Finger.

Just as the finger was about to strike, Lord Bear burst into laughter.

“You old foreign bastard! You don’t even recognize Mount Mao’s Giant Spirit Finger. You’re actually going to stand there and take it? Get ready for your asshole to explode! This won’t be like stuffing ten pounds of catfish up there—this is at least a twenty-pounder!”

What?

Hearing this, a terrible feeling rose in Tu Ka Cha’s heart.

But it was already too late.

The Mount Mao Daoist art, Giant Spirit Finger,

struck him with perfect accuracy.

Squish, squish...

The intestines and organs he had sent to block the technique were shattered on the spot, crushed into powder beneath the colossal force. The finger did not pause for even an instant. It continued driving forward.

It was as though an invisible giant had reached out from the void and precisely pressed one finger against Tu Ka Cha’s head, which was hovering in midair.

Crack...

A brittle snap made the hair on everyone’s body stand on end.

A thick crack appeared across the Flying Head Curse, then rapidly spread in every direction like a spiderweb.

“Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

Tu Ka Cha let out a shrill scream.

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The intestines and organs trailing beneath his head had been completely pulverized by the Giant Spirit Finger. Even the central head was covered in cracks. Blood streamed down his face, mixed with pale, viscous matter—

brain matter.

The phantom of the Giant Spirit Finger completed its attack, gradually faded, and then vanished.

“Damn it! How could it be so powerful? How could this happen...?”

Tu Ka Cha had virtually lost the ability to fight. His bare head fell onto the carpet, emitting shrill screams as it rolled helplessly back and forth.

“Ha! Foreign monster, taste your grandfather’s claws! Too bad you don’t have an asshole for me to stab!”

Lord Bear threw back his head and laughed. With one leap, his round, furry body landed beside Tu Ka Cha’s rolling head.

“No... spare me! Please, let me go! I’ll leave China at once and return to Southeast Asia...”

“Too late, you old bastard!”

Lord Bear snorted.

Clang!

His two sharp claws rang with a metallic tremor.

Slash, slash, slash!

A storm of claw shadows swept through the air with a howling wind.

Tu Ka Cha’s head was sliced into countless fragments...

At the same time, the upright body left behind in the rear shattered as well, automatically dissolving into a pool of black dust.

That was the nature of the Flying Head Curse. Once the “flying head” was destroyed, the body would turn to ashes along with it.

And so, one of Thailand’s most notorious evil sorcerers met his death in Jiangcheng, China.

“Ow, my brother! Fighting is damn exhausting. I’m a national treasure, a giant panda, and I actually had to wrestle with such an ugly freak for this long?”

Lord Bear dropped onto the floor and hugged his furry forelegs against his chest.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind him.

“I’m just saying... fat dead cat, could you stop filling your mouth with filthy language? You’re a spirit cat, after all. Constantly talking about assholes and dicks really isn’t becoming...”

It was Fu Yang. He had slowly crawled over and now lay flat on his back beside Lord Bear.

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