"May I proceed, sir?" Quincy walked over to Jett and said.
"Proceed? Proceed with what?" Jett turned to look at Quincy with confusion.
"To deal with this female ghost and prevent her from harming people. Don't you intend to let her go?" Quincy's face was filled with anger. He couldn't understand why Jett would act like this. Wasn't the purpose of luring out the ghost to eliminate her?
"Little monk, let me ask you first, has she harmed anyone's life yet?"
"No."
The fact that he could say this proved that the monk was honest. Although the Red-Clad Senior was a resentful spirit, her eyes were not red, indicating that she hadn't hurt anyone or caused any harm.
"Then that's it. She hasn't harmed anyone yet. We'll deal with her when she does."
Jett's logic left Quincy speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute it.
"Since you couldn't handle it, I'll do it myself."
Quincy felt annoyed and turned to his four seniors, saying, "Please, seniors, protect me."
Jett stepped back, wanting to see how these monks usually dealt with ghosts.
"Vajra Mantra!"
Quincy formed a mudra, and a layer of golden light emerged from his body, enveloping him.
Jett felt that this mantra was probably similar to his Golden Bell Shield, both used for protection.
"Meet your end."
Quincy stomped his foot and rushed directly towards the Red-Clad Senior, simultaneously throwing a string of Buddhist beads from his hand.
Seeing this, the Red-Clad Senior hurriedly tried to dodge, but Quincy formed another mudra at this moment.
"Bind!"
With that word, a golden rope appeared out of thin air, binding the Red-Clad Senior directly.
The next moment, the Buddhist beads struck, and the female ghost let out a scream and was flung backward.
"So powerful?"
Jett was somewhat surprised. In terms of cultivation, Quincy was only a junior martial artist, but with his spells, he was able to suppress a female ghost of the resentful spirit level.
"You deserve to die!"
After being flung away, the Red-Clad Senior suddenly became filled with resentment. The golden rope on her body was directly broken, and her eyes emitted a blood-red light that shot towards Quincy.
The blood-red light landed on Quincy but was directly blocked by the golden light. The golden light only rippled slightly and canceled out the attack of the blood-red light.
"Quincy's skills have become more profound. He is truly the foremost among the younger generation of our temple."
A monk said with a look of relief and envy.
"Yes, he is truly worthy of being the personal disciple specially chosen by the abbot."
Quincy fought with the Red-Clad Senior, relying on his own spells to make the Red-Clad Senior look wolfish and worn, causing Jett to worry about her situation.
However, in reality, Quincy was not feeling well either. After all, spells consumed mana, and once his mana was depleted, he would only be an ordinary martial artist.
"Seniors, help me."
Finally, Quincy couldn't hold on any longer and shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light on his body shattered, indicating that his mana had failed.
"Die for me." The Red-Clad Senior looked excited, and the red light in her eyes reappeared.
"Take my hidden weapon!"
Suddenly, the Red-Clad Senior noticed a black shadow flying towards her. She turned around, ignoring Quincy, and shot out the red light.
A piercing scream was heard, and the black shadow was instantly split into two, with blood splattering everywhere.
When they saw the black shadow clearly, everyone, except Jett and Bianca, was stunned, including Quincy, who was now unstable.
"I... I..."
The principal spat out blood, pointing at Jett with one hand, trying to speak continuously. However, since he had been cut in half, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.
"The principal is truly a model for the people. I admire him for sacrificing himself to protect Quincy."
Jett's face showed a hint of sadness as he looked at Quincy and said, "Don't you want to thank the principal? Without his heroic sacrifice, you would have already been dead."
"I..."
After regaining his composure, Quincy was at a loss for words and felt extremely panicked. He wondered if the principal had really wanted to save him, because it didn't seem like it.
Moreover, he didn't need saving because his seniors were only less than 30 feet away from him. It would have been easy for him to save Quincy from that distance without needing anyone else's help.
Furthermore, Quincy remembered someone shouting " hidden weapon" just now. What was this so-called hidden weapon?
The female ghost was also confused. Everything she had done was to kill the principal, this heartless man. She had originally thought that there was no hope of revenge since she was surrounded by so many monks and wanted to make a desperate attempt.
Unexpectedly, she had killed her enemy so suddenly.
She felt a little lost in her heart. Her enemy was dead, so what should she do next?
At this moment, she felt lonely because she didn't experience any pleasure from revenge. She didn't know why she couldn't feel happy about something that should have made her happy.
"I... I'm not dead yet!"
Suddenly, a weak voice sounded in the quiet air.
Everyone turned their heads and saw the principal struggling to say a sentence.
"I remember that being cut in half is a cruel punishment. Even if you are cut in half, you won't die immediately. It's very painful."
A bodyguard whispered from behind.
"Someone put him out of his misery."
Jett said with a reluctant expression.
The principal widened his eyes and pointed at Jett, repeatedly saying one word.
"Shall I help you?"
Jett pointed to himself, somewhat surprised.
"Then I'll do it."
The principal didn't really think that.
He just wanted to tell everyone that Jett had thrown him out as a hidden weapon. However, he couldn't say anything and could only rage helplessly.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Jett felt a bump under his foot. Looking down, he realized that he had accidentally stepped on the principal's hand and quickly apologized.
The principal's face turned red, but he still couldn't say a word.
"Get ready, I'm going to do it."
Jett looked down at the principal and said.
At this point, the principal had resigned himself to his fate. He just wanted to die quickly. If he waited any longer, he would die of anger instead of bleeding.
At this moment, something fell from Jett's arms, coincidentally landing right on the principal's face.
Everyone looked down and saw that it was a brick, and the principal's head was bashed and bloody.
Seeing everyone's gazes gathered, Jett picked up the brick and explained, "This is my weapon."
However, no one believed him. Who would use that thing to deal with ghosts?
"I'm sorry, my mistake."
Facing Jett's apology, the principal had no expression and just lay on the ground, feeling hopeless.
Seeing this, Jett also felt bored. With a step, a crunching sound was heard, and the principal was completely dead.
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