The dark light near Duan Li dissipated in an instant, even revealing the azure sea beneath his feet.
The Dark Realm, had it been breached at one corner?
The Qi Power suppressed within Duan Li’s body also began to circulate smoothly.
His heart leaped with joy, and he was about to activate the Jade Ruler.
Just at this mont, that sinister Flying Sword reappeared.
Without a second thought, Duan Li slapped down with the Jade Ruler, knocking down the sinister Flying Sword, revealing its true form as a pitch-black wooden sword.
The Jade Ruler transford into countless ruler shadows, completely surrounding the pitch-black wooden sword.
No matter how violently the black sword trembled, it could no longer escape.
Duan Li shouted, "Qingyang Zi, I have subdued his Flying Sword. He must exhibit trendous Divine Soul Fluctuations to control this sword. Find his True Body!"
However, what responded to him was only a shout.
"Be careful!"
Duan Li was startled, and then concentrated his mind and looked back in an instant.
A pallid arm reached out from the Dark Realm, striking towards his heart.
Boom!
With a single palm strike, like a kite with its string cut, Duan Li uncontrollably plumted into the sea.
Accompanying him was a dimly lit flower basket.
The White-Clothed Cultivator looked regrettably in the direction where Duan Li had fallen.
A chess move missed!
If it weren’t for that fellow called Qingyang Zi’s warning, which made Duan Li cautious and allowed him to defend against the attack with his flower basket Magic Item in the nick of ti, my sneak attack could have wiped him out completely.
But no matter, that palm strike had already severely injured him.
At the very least, he would not be able to fight for a short ti.
Not bothering to pursue further, the cultivator concealed in darkness mobilized his Divine Consciousness, and the pitch-black wooden sword rose into the air, finally landing in the hands of a strange Ghost King of imnse stature.
The wooden sword also continuously grew in size, eventually transforming into a colossal sword that seed capable of cleaving mountains and rivers.
At the sa ti, blue flas began to flicker from the eyes of the Ghost King, as if it possessed Spirit Intelligence.
"Now, it’s your turn!"
Different from his expectations, Luo Chen did not panic.
Under the imposing presence of the Ghost King, Luo Chen’s face instead revealed a smile.
"Caught in the Luo Tian Intelligence Net, just surrender!"
At the sound of his loud voice, chains erged from Luo Chen’s body, and likewise, chains appeared on the body of the Ghost King.
Luo Chen had shackled the Ghost King!
A trendous Suppressing force enveloped the massive True Body of the Ghost King completely.
The White-Clothed Cultivator trying to escape from within the Ghost King found himself struggling in vain.
"How can this be?"
Anger intertwined with shock in the heart of the White-Clothed Cultivator.
He then rembered how, after releasing the Secret Technique earlier, the Ghost King had been continuously entangled with Luo Chen.
It appeared to be an even match, but in reality, with every battle, the opponent had set him up.
Clearly, the White-Clothed Cultivator was not the type to be captured willingly.
His eyes, like lanterns, shone with bright blue light, staring straight at where Luo Chen was.
Luo Chen, unfazed, stared back with equal force.
A layer of black halo slowly spread out from Luo Chen’s body, blocking the mysterious Divine Soul Attack outside.
In the White-Clothed Cultivator’s Sea of Consciousness, flowers blood and withered, the moon waxed and waned, and even, later on, the faint shadows of layered towers and ghostly figures began to erge.
"Ghost Immortal Tower?"
"Illusion Technique?"
Suddenly, the White-Clothed Cultivator snapped out of it.
His reaction was quick, not undeserving of a Yuan Mo Sect Cultivator who had Mastery over Soul Refining.
But unfortunately, in a contest between masters, a mont can decide life and death.
While admiring the prowess of his opponent, Luo Chen struck down with a palm from midair.
Qingyang’s Great Handprint reappeared!
The White-Clothed Cultivator watched in anger as a palm struck down towards him. In an unavoidable situation, he mobilized the power of the Soul Banner while roaring, "This technique is of no use against !"
However.
When the palm struck down, it was accompanied by countless green flas.
This ti, Qingyang’s Great Handprint carried the Prosperity and Decline True Fire!
With just one palm, the body of the Ghost King was shattered to pieces.
The White-Clothed Cultivator hidden within, like a fireball, was blown out.
Suffering heavy injuries, he could no longer maintain the Dark Realm.
The skies filled with dark light scattered in an instant.
Luo Chen, unconcerned with his Soul-Refining Flag’s Ghost King frantically devouring and splitting the hostile ghost spirits, grasped at the continuously screaming fireball in the sky from afar.
Countless Red Chains erged from all directions, penetrating into the enemy’s body.
"Co back!"
With a beckoning from Luo Chen, a charred corpse returned to him like a kite.
Calm and collected, he turned around gracefully.
Fishing Elder watched on with a look of amazent and admiration.
"Congratulations, you have officially beco a Four-Star Demon Hunter of the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering!"
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