285: Chapter 283: Ghost Artifact 285: Chapter 283: Ghost Artifact The silver sword, which had always been unrivaled, pierced through the body of Ghost like light through fog, stirring up a puff of black breath and embedding itself deeply into the wall without causing any damage to his true essence.
The sword turned out to be ineffective against such Yin ghost beings!
Though Baili An was surprised, he did not lose his composure.
In the world, there are natural counterbalances; it is impossible for an absolutely invincible weapon to exist.
It would be rather laughable to pin the outco of a battle on an unknown sword.
The corners of Ghost’s mouth curled up in a scornful smile.
“Are you trying to tickle ?
Kid,” his lethal moves continued unabated.
Under his command, whether it be one person or a pile of two, it made little difference.
The cyan dust swirling on the ground suddenly froze into a still image, then scattered in terror in an instant.
The sound of splitting the air was intense!
Watching the palm strike enveloped by the dark aura, even the composed Ghost Sword Young Master’s complexion grew more solemn, showing a hint of wariness.
He steadied Baili Xianxian in his arms, intending to temporarily withdraw from the fight.
It wasn’t that he was afraid to fight, but in Ying Xiu’s eyes, Fang Geyu’s previous sword strike, although dazzling, could be easily repelled with a light feather.
Even if Ghost stood still and took the sword strike head-on, it was doubtful it would cause him any substantial harm.
As for Baili An, he seed so weak that one couldn’t help but feel pity and helplessly shake their head.
How did these two juniors at the opening realm manage to sneak into the Inner City?
They are like newborn calves not fearing tigers, daring to trespass on Ghost’s territory so recklessly.
With the young man and woman present, they would only burden his ensuing fight.
Ghost was no ordinary adversary, and with great responsibilities, he naturally would not disturb his plans and composure for two unrelated individuals.
However cruel it sounded, that was the harsh reality of the world at this mont.
Yet, to his slight surprise, the youth who appeared from nowhere faced Ghost, notorious for his cruelty, without showing the slightest hint of cowardice or retreat.
After his light sword strike failed to harm, the young man still stood guard in front of the girl, showing comndable courage and character.
What a pity.
Ying Xiu had not yet ti to sigh in his heart when the hand of death was already coming down on Baili An.
Before the palm could strike, the young man would be dead!
Baili An had no weapon in hand, no shield to bear this attack, which was enough to shatter one’s soul; he was like an ant under the feet of a giant.
Baili Xianxian, gravely injured, could no longer speak but could only show a look of sorrow, staring at the stunned Fang Geyu behind the young man.
The next mont, the two who should have been dead were not.
The green dust splattered, and Baili An’s empty hands assud a defensive posture.
Between his thumbs, a trace of light like a firefly leaping from the green leaves by a lotus pond at night flickered.
A huge and ancient…
coffin lid.
It appeared before him.
His slender and steady fingers supported the reverse side of the lid—the coffin that had accompanied him in his slumber and shielded him from a millennium of storms reappeared before him, defending him from the tempest-like calamity.
The palm strike of Ghost, infused with endless Yin and vicious energy, landed heavily onto the coffin lid, painted with the golden image of the Divine Beast Vermilion Bird.
Sothing unimaginable happened.
Where one would expect the sound of flesh tearing and bones shattering, none occurred; no violent noise was made.
The furious palm strike was as if hitting the vast ocean, only producing a deep, resounding thump before quickly returning to a deathly silence.
The palm, resting against the cold coffin, felt as cold as ice floating up from the Nine Nethers.
Even the Fierce Ghost, dead for three millennia and accustod to the cold, couldn’t help but tremble at this chill.
The thick black breath swirling around the palm dissipated rapidly, as if plunging into a dark, deep sea.
Ying Xiu’s complexion turned to astonishnt, his gaze fixed on the Vermilion Bird mark on the lid, and his eyes narrowed in confusion.
Ghost’s expression took a sudden turn; he could not have anticipated that the two youngsters would bring out such bizarre weapons.
Could it be that with the upcoming ordeal, the noble sons and daughters of the Immortal Sect forces had been attracted here?
He sneered, delighting in tornting these nobles from the Immortal Sects.
His eyes filled with murderous intent, his right hand pressed against the coffin lid without exerting force.
That previous palm strike, though enraged, was only a fraction of his strength against the juniors.
As a piercing howl erupted from his crimson lips, his right hand’s back swelled with terrifying and monstrous tendons, his pitch-black nails growing a foot long, scratching five pale and sharp claw marks on the surface of the coffin lid.
His left hand turned into a sword finger, piercing through his sleeve, and as his body tilted, the yellow-skinned drum beside him rged into a phantom, entering into another small drum at his waist.
The two drums rged; the drumskin, thin as cicada wings, yellow in color, transford into a thick layer as dark and dreadful as stained blood.
With a gentle touch of the sword finger on the thick drumskin.
This ti, he did not hold back.
The force hidden within the ghost artifact for over a century burst forth.
The drums doubled in power, one for capturing souls used by corpses, and the one at his waist was for directly controlling ghosts and killing people!
In terms of individual drums, both were considered Mid-grade ghost artifacts.
Now united as one, their power was on the brink of top-grade ghost artifact level.
Seeing this, the expression on Ghost Sword Young Master Ying Xiu’s face beca more than solemn—he lowered his head, looked at the pale Baili Xianxian, and said in a heavy voice, “We must leave this place as soon as possible.”
In the hearts of the people, Ghost had been a fierce ghost for three thousand years, officially entering the Ghost Path and becoming a demonic being.
But he was born in Central Netherworld, the only heir of the Imperial Empress of the You Dynasty, with a noble birthright and countless authorities unknown to others.
There are countless cultivators in the Mortal World, and those who cross tribulations are known to the heavens through thunderclouds.
However, Ghost Path cultivators are quite different.
Any who cross tribulations through the Ghost Path, whether they beco an Immortal or a demon, are recorded in the Yin Scroll of Central Netherworld.
The only ones with the privilege to browse the Yin Scroll at will, besides the Empress Ying Ji, are him, looking over the entirety of Central Netherworld.
This ti, Ying Xiu’s purpose in coming to Xianling City was Ghost Mountain, and the most fearso Fierce Ghost within it was Ghost.
Leaving Central Netherworld, he had to ensure he investigated Ghost’s records thoroughly.
From the Yin Scroll, he learned that Ghost had a fearso reputation, but his strength was far from the realm of crossing tribulations, at most on par with Ying Xiu, also at the Chengling realm.
Ying Xiu’s body carried a unique Royal Blood, inheriting the strongest ghost cultivation talent from his mother, unrivaled in the current world.
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