Behind Sun Zhusheng, there was unexpectedly a Ghost Infant.
The Ghost Infant lay there as if in a deep sleep, but just as ng Chang wanted to approach, the Ghost Infant suddenly turned its tiny head, staring fixedly at ng Chang with wide eyes.
The ghostly blue veins on its full face appeared terrifyingly ferocious.
"Die!"
ng Chang imdiately took action, ready to slay this Ghost Infant.
However, the mont he struck, the Ghost Infant grinned, and the next instant, Sun Zhusheng picked up his sword and turned to engage in a fierce battle with ng Chang.
ng Chang was startled and quickly restrained his original montum slightly.
"Junior Brother Sun, stop!"
Those around quickly tried to dissuade him.
"I’m out of control!"
Sun Zhusheng was practically in tears.
At this mont, he was battling ng Chang, but his body was completely out of his own control, his limbs not obeying his commands.
"Join in together."
Ultimately, several disciples from Zhanhe Mansion went up together. Although ng Chang’s strength was superior to Sun Zhusheng, he dared not go all out, afraid of injuring Sun Zhusheng. But with everyone joining in, they were able to restrain Sun Zhusheng’s actions.
Finally, the Ghost Infant sensed it couldn’t win and suddenly leapt off Sun Zhusheng, fleeing at astonishing speed.
Despite its infant appearance, its running speed was truly incredible.
"Stop right there!"
Seeing the Ghost Infant trying to escape, Sun Zhusheng was instantly furious; it was due to this Ghost Infant that he accidentally killed his junior brother.
How could he possibly let it go!
Sun Zhusheng chased after it relentlessly.
"Junior Brother Sun, don’t chase it."
Several senior brothers from Zhanhe Mansion hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but by this ti Sun Zhusheng was already far ahead.
"I’ll follow to take a look."
ng Chang also chased in the direction Sun Zhusheng had gone.
At this mont, the sun truly shone down upon them.
The entire Heaven-Flipping Ghost City beca silent in that instant.
Sunlight poured down on everyone’s faces, and at this mont, there was only one thought in everyone’s minds.
It’s good to be alive.
"The first night is finally over."
A disciple collapsed onto the ground, enjoying the feeling of sunlight on his face.
Li Hengsheng also took a deep breath, looking at the Immortal-Extinguishing Spear in his hand, and with a smile said, "Good job, mate."
The Immortal-Extinguishing Spear glead in the sunlight, still shining brightly despite being soaked in blood all night.
At this ti, all surviving disciples headed towards their stations. So were dead, so seriously injured, so slightly hurt; such losses and damage were things all the upper echelons of the sect would rather not see.
But there was no helping it.
For a mont, the atmosphere of Heaven-Flipping Ghost City was steeped in sadness.
Seeing fellow disciples who once stood together fall in battle like this, many were heartbroken, so even weeping bitterly.
Yet faced with this situation, the strong of the sect said nothing much, for they knew such things were bound to happen sooner or later. For them to grow to this point of strength, they had undergone countless experiences like this.
Having faced life and death partings so many tis, many things beca easier to let go.
Of the twenty disciples from Zhanhe Mansion, only seventeen returned.
"Elder, Sun Zhusheng and Senior Brother ng Chang just chased after a Ghost Infant but haven’t returned yet." Soone quickly reported their situation to Xu Chang’an.
"Ghost Infant?"
Xu Chang’an frowned, then looked at Li Changqing, saying, "I’ll go out and look for them."
"Alright." Li Changqing nodded.
Xu Chang’an turned and left the station, heading towards the street to see where those two disciples had gone.
Seeing the weary disciples returning from outside, Li Changqing knew they must be exhausted, and after an entire night of fighting, surely starved as well.
So he began to ring the bell, ready to arrange als for them.
Hearing the bell ring, those dispirited disciples couldn’t help but drool.
Like a pack of rabid dogs, they rushed to the place where food was distributed.
Exhausted?
Nonexistent?
The disciples who were limping earlier now ran faster than anyone else.
ps: Found a picture that quite matches my ideal image of Xue Qianbai.
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