Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

Centipedes easily sprayed poison and burrowed into human bodies.


However, these few centipedes had eaten too many limbs and drunk too much human blood, which resulted in an excessive yin energy, and they were struck dead by heavenly thunder.


Suddenly, there was another booming sound. The walls along with the doors shattered into pieces, and a giant roughly sixteen feet tall burst out from the broken bricks and debris. With steps over two yards long, two disciples of Caiseng Hall hidden behind the wall were hit, spurting fresh blood from their mouths, and in the next step, he was in front of them!


This killing god had three heads and six arms. One head was that of a real human, looking somewhat childish, no more than twelve or thirteen years old. The other two heads were manifestations of condensed Qi-Blood, ferocious and resembling demon gods.


Chapter 149 Flatten Caiseng Hall_2