Poured into the human ear, it can reach straight to the heart.

William Clark immediately felt nauseous. He hurriedly stood under the window and drew his waist knife.

"Clang!"

The bright moonlight shone on the blade, as if a layer of frost had settled upon it.

David Bennett also drew his waist knife. "Clang!"

Only half of the waist knife was left.

Holding the broken blade, he was stunned: "Old William!"

William Clark said in a low voice, "That knife is useless to you anyway, so let me use it."

A baby spirit jumped down from the coffin, its blurred face constantly twisting and contorting, its whole expression filled with resentment and malice as it fixed its gaze on the pregnant woman.

Charles Foster tossed his waist knife to David Bennett and took off his shirt.

David Bennett drew the knife and said, "Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Why would Master Foster need to summon a god for a few little ghosts?"

He grinned viciously as he walked toward the baby spirit that had jumped down, his face full of bloodlust: "Let Master see what you're made of!"

The baby spirit on the ground didn't move, but suddenly another baby spirit shot out from the coffin!

This baby spirit shot straight to the roof of the ancestral hall, leaping and changing position like a rabbit, then pounced at David Bennett, swiping him with a claw and sending him flying backward.

William Clark hurried forward to catch him. The baby spirit landed like a mouse and leapt up again to continue its attack, but the Taiyin Soul Severing Blade spiraled in pursuit, its blade light flying everywhere like surging waves crashing and raising a thousand piles of snow!

The baby spirit was forced to retreat again and again, letting out a shrill howl as it retreated under the coffin in a red mist.

David Bennett was full of grief and indignation: "Master was ambushed!"

Charles Foster pulled open his clothes, revealing his upper body.

On his bronze-colored back was a blood-red humanoid tattoo, with bull horns on its head, eyes like copper bells, blood dripping from the corners of its mouth, holding a human heart in its hands, its body engulfed in flames, and piles of white bones at its feet!

A fierce god on his back!

Charles Foster's right hand formed a Buddha seal, his left hand supporting his right elbow. Blood surged to his gaunt face, and in an instant, both his eyes turned blood red: "Your face is ferocious, but your heart is just! In the dark forest and black fortress, only you command!"

The blood-red tattoo became even clearer, the fierce god's large eyes gradually gaining luster, its form quickly becoming real, as if it was about to step out from Charles Foster's back.

It was the first time William Clark had seen Charles Foster use his demon-subduing technique, and he was shocked: "What is that?"

David Bennett said in a low voice, "That's Master Foster's life-bound fierce god. Just watch— even vengeful spirits aren't a match for Master Foster, let alone these little baby spirits!"

The baby spirits seemed to sense the power of the fierce god. Unlike before, when they had underestimated David Bennett, now they all leapt out, swirling around Charles Foster like a whirlwind.

Charles Foster groaned in pain as the upper body of the fierce god gradually emerged from his back, its arms wrapped in flames. It grabbed a baby spirit and stuffed it into its mouth.

The other baby spirits were not afraid. Instead, they began to tear at the fierce god, and some climbed up Charles Foster's calves like water rats, biting through his pants and gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Things were going wrong. William Clark said to David Bennett, "Take care of yourself!"

He slapped the ground and leapt into the air, gripping the long-handled waist knife with both hands and slashing down—

A cold gleam flashed, its chill spreading across nineteen provinces!

The force of the blade was like a storm. The baby spirits besieging Charles Foster were forced back again and again.

Two baby spirits charged at him, bringing with them a howling yin wind that cut at his skin like knives.

William Clark did not retreat but advanced. The warm current from the Heaven's Blessing Pill surged from his dantian, flowing through his meridians like a mountain stream—steady and unceasing.

Taiyin moonlight flowed along the blade. Facing enemies on both sides, he unleashed the Night Battle in Eight Directions, several arcs of blade light carrying moonlight slashing through the baby spirits, raising clouds of blood mist!

For a moment, blade shadows crisscrossed, murderous intent surged.

Two baby spirits dodged the sweeping blade, but two more arcs of blade light followed. Unable to evade, two blood blossoms bloomed on their chests.

The baby spirits attacked several times but could not break through. They wanted to retreat, but there was no way out.

The Taiyin Soul Severing Blade grew faster with each strike, its blade light flowing like a rushing river—unceasing, unstoppable.

Falling into the fast-blade routine, the baby spirits were like cattle and sheep caught in a flood—how could they reach the shore?

Behind the dazzling blade light was crimson blood mist. As the blood mist poured out, the two baby spirits let out simultaneous, mournful howls and turned into two pillars of red smoke.

The Furnace of Creation roared out.

On the other side, Charles Foster was in dire straits. Numerous baby spirits were biting him relentlessly. His face was twisted in pain, and his once lean but sturdy body had become as thin as skin and bones.

But the fierce god on his back grew even more savage, now entirely engulfed in flames, and seemed about to break free from Charles Foster's body. As it grabbed ghosts, it continued to emerge!

David Bennett shouted, "The fierce god is coming out!"

William Clark landed and used the momentum to rush toward Charles Foster. David Bennett widened his eyes, wanting to help, but it was too late.

Chapter 013: The Bronze Bell

The moment the flaming fierce god crawled out from Charles Foster's back, William Clark thought he had returned to Earth.

When he watched TV on Earth, he had seen slow motion.

Not the kind where you move your left hand and right hand with me, but real slow motion.

At this moment, time in the entire ancestral hall slowed down.

The fierce god exploded away from the human body, turning into endless flames; Charles Foster wore a bitter smile; the baby spirits retreated in panic; a tear slid from the corner of David Bennett's eye...

William Clark saw it all, clearly.