mbers of the Yin Ghost Sect scattered like birds and beasts, beginning a frantic escape in all directions.
Having witnessed the mightiest of their foundation, the Ghost Emperor Battle General, being annihilated by Mad Demon Shi Feng, and even the strongest of the Evil Sect, the Heavenly Demon Supre, beginning to flee, how could they dare to stay here?
"You! All of you will die!" Shi Feng’s face twisted ferociously as he looked towards those fleeing mbers of the Yin Ghost Sect. His soul attack, the Nine Nether Soul-Shaking Seal, repeatedly struck at the mbers of the Yin Ghost Sect, with Gui Yinzi being the first to be targeted!
Simultaneously, Shi Feng’s figure flickered towards them, with dense streams of white Sword Qi beginning to dominate the dark void, tearing apart the bodies of the Yin Ghost Sect disciples.
Violent blood-colored flas ignited swiftly in the void in all directions, raging, and rolling clouds of Corrosive Gray Mist, like a sea of gray fog, churned within the void.
Two huge white Ghost Claws erged in the void, blocking the escape paths of the Yin Ghost Sect disciples, and then swept through the void. Dozens of Yin Ghost Sect disciples, like flies in flight, were swept up by the Netherworld Ghost Claws, which imdiately tightened into fists. "Ahhhhhhhh!" A chorus of fearful, resentful, agonized, and piercing wails emanated from the white Netherworld Ghost Claws, and, in an instant, the white ghostly hands turned into giant white fists, with streams of fresh blood flowing from within, coursing towards Shi Feng not far away.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ahh!"
"No! No, don’t!"
Scream after scream of anguish echoed throughout the dismal world, as life was rapidly extinguished.
A flash of white light enveloped Shi Feng’s body, and his true form vanished, leaving behind only an afterimage. When Shi Feng reappeared, he was above Gui Yinzi, who was plumting towards the ground at breakneck speed. The sword, now stained white, plunged fiercely into Gui Yinzi’s back, the entire blade sinking in and piercing through his chest.
"Ah!" Gui Yinzi’s body violently trembled as he let out a shriek of intense agony, sounding almost like the slaughter of a pig.
Imdiately afterwards, Shi Feng, carrying Gui Yinzi, flashed and disappeared!
When they reappeared, they were above the Heavenly Demon Supre, who lay on the ground like a dead dog. As the Heavenly Demon Supre’s body barely moved, another soul attack, the Nine Nether Soul-Shaking Seal, struck down on him again.
"Ah!" Another pitiful scream echoed as the Elder Cang’s frail body convulsed once more, pressing even closer to the ground.
Swiftly, Shi Feng threw the Bloodthirsty Sword, still skewering Gui Yinzi, towards the Heavenly Demon Supre below. The Bloodthirsty Sword, carrying Gui Yinzi, shot down rapidly, and in a blink, penetrated the back of the Heavenly Demon Supre. Accompanied by an elderly howl of despair, the Bloodthirsty Sword nailed the Heavenly Demon Supre and Gui Yinzi firmly to the ground.
A middle-aged disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect from the Martial King Realm, riding atop a two-winged black serpent, was fleeing at high speed. This ti, he could be said to have narrowly escaped death. The crisscrossing white Sword Qi in the void had nearly hit him several tis but, luckily, he and the serpent beneath him narrowly avoided the strikes.
As anguished cries of his comrades echoed from behind, the Yin Ghost Sect disciple didn’t dare stop, driving the demon beast beneath him to fly breaking through space, until the screams of pain behind him gradually faded. Only then did the Yin Ghost Sect disciple let out a quiet sigh of relief, turning to look towards the distant sky and thinking, "Having run so far, that demon shouldn’t have followed, right?"
However, just as the Yin Ghost Sect disciple turned his head back to the front, intending to continue his escape, he suddenly saw a towering figure clad in blood-colored battle armor and a face so cold that it seed demonic to him.
"Ah!" Imdiately following, a ferocious blood-colored fla swept over like a bloodthirsty fierce beast, engulfing the Yin Ghost Sect disciple of the Martial King Realm as well as the dual-winged black snake beneath him.
The blood-colored flas rolled back toward Shi Feng, who looked ahead at the now empty and silent Netherworld void. Over three hundred mbers of the Yin Ghost Sect had attempted to flee, only to be intercepted by Shi Feng one after another, slain to the last under the onslaught of white Sword Qi, Netherworld Ghost Claws, blood-colored flas, and corrosive gray mist.
Shi Feng had said that all must die, so these people had to die!
Afterward, Shi Feng turned his gaze downward, to the two figures firmly pinned to the ground by the Bloodthirsty Sword—Heavenly Demon Supre and Gui Yinzi had been struggling ceaselessly. Atop the hilt of the Bloodthirsty Sword materialized a blood-colored Yin Beast the size of a fist, covered in blood-red scales with a sharp horn on its head.
The Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit, the Blood Yin Beast!
Despite its small size, the Blood Yin Beast had a ferocious face. It opened its small mouth, revealing two rows of fine yet sharp blood-colored teeth, let out a growl, and pounced onto the back of Gui Yinzi, savagely biting into the struggling Gui Yinzi’s nape.
"Ah!" Under intense pain and chilling cold, Gui Yinzi let out another shriek of woe, his body violently convulsing as if it were freezing into ice.
"Howl!" After biting Gui Yinzi, the Blood Yin Beast released its grip, and with a push of its four hooves, it pounced toward the restless Heavenly Demon Supre, biting fiercely into the back of his neck as well.
"Ah!" Much like Gui Yinzi before him, Heavenly Demon Supre let out a piercing scream, his body wracked with violent spasms.
"Does it hurt?" Suddenly, a cold voice resonated from in front of Gui Yinzi and Heavenly Demon Supre. They looked up to see a blood-red figure and an exceptionally cold and young face.
"Feng... Young Master Feng! rcy, please! From today onwards, I, Gui Yinzi, am willing to swear undying loyalty to Young Master Feng!" Gui Yinzi implored upon seeing that cold, young face.
"Hand over the Ghost Mother!" Shi Feng demanded coldly.
"Yes! Yes! Your subordinate obeys!" Gui Yinzi nodded rapidly, and imdiately, a large black banner inscribed with the character "Ghost" flew out from his storage ring.
Shi Feng reached out, grabbed the banner pole, and seized the black banner in his hand. His left hand ford a handprint, and he fiercely struck a seal into the banner.
In that instant, Gui Yinzi’s face registered utter horror, realizing that all the accumulated seals on the Ghost Face Banner from generations of Yin Ghost Sect Leaders, including his own, had been shattered by Shi Feng’s handprint.
Imdiately, Shi Feng, holding the black Ghost Face Banner, shook it vigorously a couple of tis.
"Woo woo woo!"
"Woo woo woo woo woo!"
"Woo woo woo woo woo!"
Suddenly, the sound of won’s crying erged from the Ghost Face Banner, along with waves of intense resentnt and chilling aura.
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