Having snapped the Copper Coin Spiritual Sword, the male ghost grew even more ferocious. Its blood-red eyes locked onto Cao Shaozheng as its speed surged, and it lunged forward once more!
This time, it charged straight into the crowd of soldiers!
Its sharp claws slashed relentlessly. Any soldier touched by the Ghost Claw or engulfed by the black gas let out a short, agonizing scream.
Their bodies rapidly turned a deathly blue-black or were simply torn asunder. The scene was gruesome beyond words.
Cao Shaozheng was scared out of his wits. He had indeed relied on a ruthless drive to reach the Dark Force level in his youth, but after years of living a pampered life, his skills had long since atrophied. He stood no chance of confronting an inhuman abomination like this.
He scrambled backward, trying to flee, but how could he possibly outrun the ethereal, wind-like ghost?
A pitch-black ghostly hand plunged into Cao Shaozheng’s back, bursting straight through his chest in an instant!
"GAAAH!!!"
Cao Shaozheng let out an inhuman shriek as the ghostly hand hoisted him high into the air, leaving him suspended.
Blood gushed like a fountain, flowing down the ghostly hand and instantly staining the ground crimson.
He struggled in vain, and with his last ounce of strength, he cried out hoarsely for help, refusing to give up.
"Master... save me... save me!!!"
The Jianghu Wanderer and the middle-aged monk were also deathly pale, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
After exchanging a glance, they almost simultaneously bit the tips of their tongues, spitting a mouthful of blood essence onto their respective Magical Artifacts. They then began chanting, the incantations several times faster than before.
The Compass and the Bodhi Beads simultaneously erupted with a blazing golden light of unprecedented intensity!
Two fierce beams of golden light tore through the air and slammed into the male ghost’s back!
Where the male ghost was struck, the black gas evaporated violently as white smoke billowed into the air, faintly revealing the blurry, twisted soul-form within.
As for Lu Yun, who had been acting as a mere bystander, he had already slipped into the shadows by the courtyard wall the moment the male ghost snapped the Copper Coin Sword.
The ghost’s yin energy was immense—stronger than anything he had ever encountered. If he weren’t waiting for a chance to obtain some modified value, Lu Yun would have bolted long ago.
’In any case, everything about this ghost felt wrong.’
Even Lu Yun, a peak Martial Artist at the level of a Late-stage Grandmaster of Huajin, whose body was brimming with vigorous life force and yang energy, sensed a life-threatening danger from this spectral creature.
’How strange.’
’What on earth did that old man with the broken leg do to cultivate such a terrifying monster?’
It wasn’t just Lu Yun who had alarm bells ringing in his head; the three masters across from him were also in disbelief, looking as if they’d seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The Jianghu Wanderer clutched his brass Compass, now riddled with fine cracks, and muttered in disbelief, "Strange... have my Techniques regressed? How could it be... so ineffective?"
The middle-aged monk beside him murmured, "Amitabha... What... what manner of dark art was used to forge such a creature?"
From a distance, Zhang Daowang suddenly turned and shouted in Lu Yun’s direction, "Mr. Lu! It’s dangerous here, go now! I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you."
With that, he reached down and ripped the old Peach Wood Token from the sash at his waist!
Zhang Daowang took a deep breath and spat a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue. The token immediately began to shine with a dim, dark red light.
"Ancestral Master... manifest your power!!!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged monk and the Jianghu Wanderer knew this was a life-or-death struggle.
They exchanged a look and, in unison, bit the tips of their tongues, spraying their blood essence onto the damaged Magical Artifacts in their hands.
The Compass and Bodhi Beads erupted with a blinding golden light before shooting violently toward the ghost!
The ghost seemed to sense the threat. It flung Cao Shaozheng aside and attempted to dodge the two Magical Artifacts.
However, the two attacks were incredibly fast and cut off most of its escape routes.
The Bodhi Beads struck the ghost’s back first. It let out a shriek of pure agony, and its momentum faltered for an instant.
The golden light from the Compass followed right behind, striking it squarely.
The ghost flew into a complete rage. It spun around and swept out with its ghostly claws.
The brass Compass and Bodhi Beads, already on the verge of shattering, instantly exploded under the ghost’s furious blow.
After shattering the two Magical Artifacts, the ghost made a grasping motion with its claw. Two heavy, round stone tables in the courtyard were lifted into the air and hurled viciously at the Jianghu Wanderer and the middle-aged monk.
The two had no time to dodge and were struck head-on, the impact sending them crashing into the courtyard wall. Fortunately, though they were severely injured, their lives were not in danger.
Just then, the dark red Peach Wood Token that Zhang Daowang had unleashed struck the ghost!
The Peach Wood Token embedded itself deep within the ghost’s soul-form, erupting with an unprecedented, interwoven light of gold and red!
The ghost shrieked ceaselessly as the black gas around it violently dispersed, and it plummeted from mid-air, crashing hard onto the ground below.
The ghost thrashed violently in the crater it had made. The golden-red light and the residual black gas clashed fiercely upon its body, sending thick smoke billowing into the sky. It had clearly suffered a near-fatal blow!
’A perfect opportunity! Now!’
A sharp glint flared in the eyes of Lu Yun, who had been observing intently from the shadows.
He had waited all this time for this perfect opportunity!
In an instant, the air around Lu Yun roared, and the bluestone paving beneath his feet CRACKED!
In the next instant, Lu Yun vanished. No, he hadn’t vanished—his speed had just reached its absolute peak!
Accompanied by the piercing shriek of displaced air, he shot straight toward the ghost.
As the Qi within Lu Yun’s body erupted with its full force, his black tunic could no longer withstand his terrifyingly bulging muscles and surging power. It burst apart, instantly turning into countless shreds of fabric.

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