What were ghouls?
Were they simply vengeful spirits?
Or just lifeless corpse who didn’t get to rest even in rest.
Since ancient tis, cultivators who dealt with spirits, souls, and the dead had been labeled demonic cultivators.
The very act of tampering with spirits was after all, considered a grave taboo.
The number of ghouls before Fang Lian was staggering.
They filled the darkness in every direction.
Yet she didn’t feel the need to engage in a fight with any of them.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly sheathed her sword.
Then she began walking towards the ghoul.
Outside the formation, Drog Konan watched with curiosity.
This black flag was his strongest trump card, over the years he had killed countless nascent soul and a handful of hollow spirits whom he had refined them into this artifact.
Though he never expected the ghouls to defeat her.
Their purpose was rely to wear her down and consu her strength.
And once she used up most of her strength and break free from the formation, that was when he would swoop in and kill her.
But she had actually sheathed her sword.
Did she seriously think she could deal with them using only her Sword Domain?
Then Drog Konan noticed sothing, sothing horrifying.
Fang Lian was walking directly through the densest concentration of ghouls.
Yet not a single one attacked her.
The ghouls drifted past her as though she didn’t exist, his eyes widened in confusion,"What is this...?"
His gaze locked onto Fang Lian.
"It’s as if she..."
The words caught in his throat and a dreadful possibility surfaced in his mind.
The concealnt technique from the world spirit.. that sa concealnt the World Spirit had been using on him.
The sa concealnt that hid attacks, obscured presence, and interfered with perception.
His expression turned ugly.
"Did she copy it? No this doesn’t feel like a cheap imitation..."
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it beca.
"How?"
His voice rose unconsciously.
"How did she learn it in the middle of a battle?!"
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
She was too dangerous, far too dangerous.
A cultivator who could learn from every exchange.
A cultivator who could turn an enemy’s advantage into her own technique after seeing it only a handful of tis.
If she survived today, the next person to die would probably be him.
The hesitation in his heart disappeared.
He imdiately made a decision.
Forget the girl, forget living like a king in this realm.
He would kill her companions and retreat to the Higher Realm.
As long as he reached the Higher Realm, he would still have a chance to survive.
Because one thing had beco painfully clear.
The World Spirit could protect him here for now.
But against Fang Lian’s growth, there was no guarantee it would be able to protect him forever.
Having made his decision, Drog Konan moved imdiately.
He abandoned Fang Lian entirely and charged toward the nearest invading cultivator.
Spiritual qi condensed into his palm.
A single strike from a Spirit Severing cultivator was more than enough to kill almost anyone on this battlefield.
Yet just as the palm strike was about to land.
Clang!
A pair of daggers intercepted the attack and the condensed qi scattered.
Drog Konan’s eyes widened.
Standing before him was another girl.
She was twirling one of the daggers between her fingers and tilted her head.
"Oh?"
A smile appeared on her face.
"Did little Lian fail to defeat you?"
She glanced in Fang Lian’s direction before looking back at him.
"Is it my turn then?"
Fear gripped Drog Konan’s heart, without hesitation, he unleashed his domain.
The invisible pressure descended upon the battlefield once more.
He prayed, for once he prayed.
Prayed that this woman wasn’t another monster capable of opposing him.
Fortunately for him, she did not possess a domain. When he notice that, relief surged through his heart.
Unfortunately for him, she possessed sothing else.
Fang i casually took a step forward, completely unaffected by the domain that should have suppressed her.
It was to the point where the domain might as well not have existed.
Drog Konan’s face turned pale.
"What...?"
Fang i smiled.
"You see..."
She spun a dagger in her hand.
"I happen to be a special case."
Those were the last words Drog Konan heard as a sword flashed behind him.
A clean silver line crossed the battlefield and the world tilted before everything went dark.
The battlefield fell silent.
Drog Konan’s body stood motionless for a brief mont and then the body split apart.
Fang Lian lowered her sword in satisfaction, but that wasn’t the face for Fang i.
She clicked her tongue as she said,"You stole my prey."
Her tone carried obvious dissatisfaction.
Fang Lian looked at her for a mont.
Outwardly, her expression remained calm.
Inwardly, however, she couldn’t help but think:
And you stole the man I liked only to lose him anyway.
The thought ca and went.
Before either of them could say another word—
A thunderous shout erupted across the entire realm.
"LISTEN UP!"
Xiao Pei’s voice bood through the heavens.
The sheer force behind it caused countless cultivators to look up instinctively.
"DROG KONAN IS DEAD!"
The declaration echoed across mountains, cities, and battlefields.
Every cultivator, mortal and beast heard it.
"IF YOU WISH TO LIVE, SURRENDER NOW!"
His spear pointed toward the sky.
"LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND WE WILL SPARE YOUR LIVES!
CONTINUE RESISTING..."
A grin appeared on his face.
"AND YOU’LL BE JOINING HIM."
Silence followed and then chaos erupted.
The Fang and Lin Family cultivators burst into cheers.
"Haha! We won!"
"The old monster is dead!"
"Kill the rest!"
Their morale soared instantly.
anwhile, the native cultivators of the realm felt their hearts sink.
Many froze where they stood.
The strongest cultivator of their realm, the pillar that supported this very war.
Gone, the will to fight rapidly crumbled.
Because everyone understood one thing.
If even Drog Konan, the spirit severing expert had fallen...
Then who among them could possibly stop the invaders?
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