However, he was reluctant to insert it.

In his hand, the incense smoke curled, swaying in the wind.

Seeing that King Shu was motionless, the temple priest was somewhat puzzled and hurried forward, cupping his hands to say: "Your Highness, you..."

Just as he spoke, a guard behind King Shu suddenly stepped forward, waved his hand, and knocked all the three animal heads off the altar.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the three heads hit the ground, they abruptly exploded.

Buzz!

Three clouds of black smoke rose up, each full of dense Gu Worms, rushing toward the group.

The temple priest watched, dumbfounded, his body chilled.

Who's causing this trouble?

Aren't they trying to kill him!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the rooftops on both sides, several white figures bent bows and drew arrows. They were the archers known as "Yin Mountain Sparrowhawks" from West Sichuan.

In the dim corners of the Three Loyalties Temple rooftop, several figures leaped out, trying to escape, but were hit by arrows in mid-air, falling to the ground.

The arrowheads were poisonous; they didn't even have time to speak before their faces turned ashen, they foamed at the mouth and lost their breath.

"What a pity..."

"King Shu" maintained a calm expression, looking at the trembling temple priest, and said: "I've received word that the people from Qingcheng Mountain are here. Didn't they contact you?"

"Ah... no… they didn't."

The temple priest was dumbfounded, feeling even colder inside.

What a joyful Divine Travel, it turned out to be a trap.

Fortunately, his Dao was not profound, and he was sent here solely for his skill in management, not involved in this matter...

"Useless!"

While the old priest secretly rejoiced, a cold voice rang out. Before he could react, his head was smashed like a ripe watermelon by a blood-red large hand with a pop.

The one who acted was the person disguised as Liu Bei.

He grabbed the protrusion at his neck and tore it off fiercely, discarding the Human Skin Mask to reveal a head full of white hair.

It was Ba Dazha, a blood shaman close to King Shu.

"Your Highness, it seems that old ghost didn't fall for it."

Ba Dazha said coldly: "The ones who intervened at the time were some old ghosts from the Cheng Family, but unfortunately, they escaped."

"King Shu" was unfazed, shaking his head: "Cheng Jianxin has dominated the pugilistic world of Shu for decades; even if there's a slip-up, his experience remains, not easy to deceive."

"What's the situation in the city?"

"Preparations are underway."

"It's a pity, couldn't achieve total success today..."

"King Shu" maintained a calm expression, glanced at the terrified citizens behind him, and chuckled silently: "Couldn't lure them out, but let's proceed with what we must do; this is probably our last 'joyful Divine Travel'."

The actor pretending to be "Guan Gong" stepped forward immediately, his false legs clattering against the ground with a thud.

It was Situ Qian from the Ghost Theater Troupe.

He messed up last time, though King Shu didn't blame him, it made him more vigilant, lest he be slack.

Arriving at the ruined altar, he shook his beard and sang in the high pitch of Sichuan Opera: "On Wolong Hill the auspicious snow falls, the joyful god arrives and all evils vanish!"

After singing, he himself found it absurd.

In others' eyes, they were simply demons of the Evil Dao, yet here in the Holy Land of Wuhou Temple putting on this act...

"Let's go, catch the rats in the city."

After finishing this last act, "King Shu" immediately turned around.

But at this moment, he felt a chill in his heart and quickly moved to the side.

Clang!

In the distance, blade light shattered, a streak of white brilliance roared forth, carrying a fierce killing intent.

"How dare you!"

Ba Dazha snorted coldly, swiftly drew a blood-colored curved blade from his waist, and blocked in front of "King Shu."

He recited a spell, the blood-colored curved blade emitted billowing black smoke, clashing with the streak of white brilliance, sizzling.

Then, with a clinking sound, the white brilliance dispersed, revealing a short sword as long as a forearm.

Seemingly depleted of power, the short sword fell directly to the ground, the metallic luster of its surface becoming dim.

"Cheng Family's flying sword?"

Ba Dazha sneered: "Just learned a bit of it and dare to show off."

"Quick, seven hundred meters southwest outside the temple!"

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