Silver hair withered, scalp shattered, along with half of the old man’s face corroded, only to hear the old man endure the pain and bellow,
"Slash!"
Almost simultaneously, following that once carved scar, this sword split the old ghost’s chest entirely open, the right hand discarding the sword, the left hand with extre speed stabbing a wooden cone hidden in his sleeve into the opened wound of the old ghost’s body.
The old ghost’s hand retained its strength, Yang Xiao could even hear the sound of bones about to be crushed, the next second, Ti Retrospection ability reappeared, and that was when the elder broke free from the old ghost’s vice-like grip; this ti, the elder’s head was fully bloodied, the skull even deford sowhat, a scene too brutal to describe.
Yet the Daoist robe old ghost did not pursue the attack, it just stood there, its withered body shaking aimlessly, that wooden-handled cone still stuck in the wound on its chest.
This strike had actually immobilized the old ghost!
The Academy elder was in no better shape, with countless gray fogs hovering to his left and right, clinging to him like ankle-biting maggots, continuously corroding his flesh and blood.
However, the elder seed blind to it, completely ignoring such level of attack, he kept retreating, his face already completely obscured by rotting flesh and blood; without spiritual power infused, even the best Magic Artifact is re decoration, and at this mont, the elder obviously abandoned defense, he was cultivating sothing, Yang Xiao assessed it definitely had sothing to do with that wooden cone.
He produced the wooden cone only at the last mont, that must be the elder’s trump card, a Netherworld-level Apostle’s trump card, which made Yang Xiao very curious.
However, the situation developed far beyond Yang Xiao’s imagination; the elder’s chest slowly deflated while, simultaneously, the Daoist robe old ghost’s shriveled chest began inflating at the speed of air being blown into it, not simple inflation; it was a kind of inexplicable force, continuously eroding and tearing at the old ghost’s power, unable to overflow from the wound, and monts later, actually burst the old ghost’s body open.
Half of the old ghost’s body exploded, wavering a few tis before it managed not to fall; the lingering gray fog at its side almost cleared in the explosion.
The Academy elder’s success from his grievously traded blow was significant, and the price paid was also extrely high.
The next second, Yang Xiao moved, to be precise, it was his good sister who took action; Yang Xiao’s posture was visibly bizarre as if puppeteered because he was passive, pulled into action by the Drama Robe; the Drama Robe ca alive at that mont.
The Academy elder, constrained by flesh and fog, first noticed the anomaly, conjuring a long sword, but hampered by injuries, the speed was still a beat too slow; when the other arrived in front of him, the aura he sensed vanished in an instant.
But then it reappeared behind him; it was the Soul-Capturing Mirror’s teleportation power. The elder reacted quickly, turning and stabbing with his sword at the sa ti, but blocked by a horsetail whisk, the power of retrospection activated, Yang Xiao’s body uncontrollably stepped back one step, but only that one step.
The elder, after the fierce battle, hadn’t had ti to catch his breath when he was ambushed; the corroding power from the Daoist robe old ghost still lingered on him, making his body even more unbearable, spiritual power also greatly restricted; however, this was an opportunity for Yang Xiao and his good sister.
After several exchanges, the puppeteered good sister found an opening; after betraying Yang Xiao’s body to a sword strike, she swung back forcefully with a club on the elder’s head.
That club carried Chaotic Power; the elder was stunned for half a second, and it was during this brief half-second, the club rained down, successively landing 4, 5, 6, 7 blows, completely dumbfounding the elder, then a kick to the chest, sent flying away.
Yang Xiao dumbfounded; he had never imagined in his life that he could kick a Netherworld-level Apostle, a story he could boast about for a lifeti.
Despite being gravely injured, the Daoist robe old ghost was still mobile; having taken care of the Academy elder, Yang Xiao rushed towards the old ghost, the gray fog lingering at the old ghost’s side gathered, forming a wall in front of it, but the next second, a dazzling green light instantly dispersed the gray fog; it was the Ghost Lantern explosion, under the power of his good sister, these Magic Artifacts exhibited unimaginably trendous force.
The Daoist robe old ghost chanically extended its hand, grabbing at the attacking shadow, but caught nothing; Yang Xiao appeared beside the old ghost like a specter, a kitchen knife cleaving down, effectively disabling the old ghost’s remaining arm, the kitchen knife wedged into the wrinkled flesh, good sister no longer cared, released and then summoned the Ghost Duster, sweeping it right across the Daoist robe old ghost’s face, the remaining half of the old ghost’s body was whipped away, the entire face also turning into a disgusting puddle of rotten flesh under the assault.
Before the old ghost could get up, another blow to the head knocked it down again; slender fingers pinched a Square-Holed Paper Money plucked from the flipping Nether Garnt, and with the swiftness of lightning, pressed it on the old ghost’s forehead.
In an instant, the surrounding gray fog ceased to surge, and the old ghost lay rigid and motionless, as if ti itself in the whole world had co to a halt, creating an atmosphere of utmost deathly stillness.
The gray fog eroding the world retreated at a rapid pace; in the distance, a fog-covered procession clad in sackcloth and filial attire burst forth from the depths, countless Joss Paper Money descended from the sky like vast snowfalls.
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