Once the Soul Body invades the body, it will affect and bind the body, leaving one at the rcy of others, ripe for slaughter.
Therefore, Ding Fan was extrely cautious, using his movent technique to dodge around the White Bone Whip.
Ding Fan's movent technique was incredibly light and varied, and he always managed to grasp the best monts to find the perfect gap to evade the White Bone Whip's attacks.
This made Chen Qiang's expression even more solemn.
Chen Qiang had always been proud of his own movent technique, yet Ding Fan's was just as good, if not better. Considering the many decades he had imrsed himself in perfecting his own movent technique, Ding Fan's comparable skill was astounding.
And how old was Ding Fan? He looked to be only in his twenties, just a fraction of the ti Chen Qiang had spent in cultivation.
But what Chen Qiang found unimaginable was that Ding Fan's movent technique seed in no way inferior to his own. In fact, from a certain perspective, Ding Fan's technique was far superior.
This was sothing Chen Qiang found hard to comprehend.
Could it be that Ding Fan had been cultivating his movent technique since the womb?
Chen Qiang sped up his attacks with the White Bone Whip, the intimidating force relentlessly pursuing Ding Fan.
Ding Fan was pushed to the brink of desperation by Chen Qiang. If not for his ability to preemptively detect his opponent's movents with his Divine Sense and evade using his exceptional movent technique, Ding Fan, with his current level of cultivation, would have been dead ten tis over.
At present, Ding Fan was only capable of maintaining a stalemate. But he knew this was temporary. If he couldn't co up with a solution soon, he would surely be cornered to death by Chen Qiang.
"Master... entangle the White Bone Whip!"
As Ding Fan was considering strategies to turn the tables, his Spiritual Pet Duorou communicated with him telepathically.
Entangle the White Bone Whip?
Ding Fan was startled, but then he understood Duorou's idea.
Duorou naturally favored items of a cold Yīn nature, and the Soul Body entwined around the White Bone Whip represented the finest of such Yin objects. While these Soul Bodies were tricky and dangerous for him to touch, for Duorou, they were nothing short of nourishing supplents.
It was precisely because he needed to keep his distance from these noxious Soul Bodies that Ding Fan had wasted much of his physical strength and True Qi.
Realizing that Duorou was the ideal counter to these Soul Bodies, Ding Fan wasted no more ti. After dodging another strike from the White Bone Whip, he made his move and caught the whip in his hand.
Seeing Ding Fan daring to grab the White Bone Whip, Chen Qiang smirked with delight.
The Soul Bodies on the White Bone Whip, painstakingly nurtured by Chen Qiang, could ensnare even a Martial Artist at the Peak of Earth Level in a short amount of ti.
"Foolish boy, your end is sealed!"
Chen Qiang flicked his wrist, and in an instant, the White Bone Whip bound Ding Fan.
After being trapped by the White Bone Whip, Ding Fan stood motionless. Chen Qiang didn't give it much thought, assuming that Ding Fan was immobilized. After all, his White Bone Whip was formidable, and he didn't believe Ding Fan could break free.
"I gave you a chance to sever your own ridians, but you didn't listen. Young people are always so impetuous... Now, you shall experience the agony of Soul Refinent!"
As Chen Qiang spoke, he strode towards Ding Fan, reaching straight for Ding Fan's chest.
The chest is where the main soul resides, and Chen Qiang's intention was clear: he was aiming to seize Ding Fan's primary soul.
However, just as Chen Qiang's hand was about to make contact with Ding Fan's chest, sothing unexpected happened.
The previously immobile Ding Fan suddenly exerted force and broke free from the confines of the White Bone Whip. He then swung his Selfless Sword with all his might.
Chen Qiang never dread that anyone could break free from the Soul Body entanglent of the White Bone Whip, so he was utterly unprepared.
Swish! At that mont, as Ding Fan's Longsword swung down, Chen Qiang was caught off guard.
Ding Fan's attack aid straight for Chen Qiang's chest.
Relying on Chen Qiang's extre cultivation, quick reflexes, and ample combat experience, he dodged to the side as the sword ca down, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.
Though he avoided his vital organs, Chen Qiang's right arm could not escape the fate that befell it.
The Longsword turned into a streak of white light, and as it passed, Chen Qiang's right arm was severed and fell to the ground.
Thud...
Chen Qiang's right arm hit the ground, and the White Bone Long Whip fell beside it. He stumbled back several steps in agony.
"Ahhhh..." Chen Qiang howled in pain.
No matter how high one's cultivation, the pain of a severed arm is not sothing anyone can easily endure.
"How... how is it possible? How could you move when bound by the White Bone Whip?" Chen Qiang gritted his teeth against the pain, his face a portrait of disbelief as he looked at Ding Fan.
How could Ding Fan explain to Chen Qiang that in the nick of ti, Duorou had broken free and devoured all the Soul Bodies on the White Bone Long Whip?
Chen Qiang's attention had been solely on Ding Fan, and he didn't notice Duorou's intervention.
Ding Fan glanced at the White Bone Long Whip on the ground and casually tossed a Fireball at it.
The whip was imdiately consud by the Fireball, turning to ashes. Such an evil Magic Artifact, if left in the world, would be nothing but a curse; better to incinerate it completely.
"Nine Luminaries Fire!" Chen Qiang's face grew increasingly ugly.
Chen Qiang was a man of wide experience, and he certainly knew about Heaven and Earth Strange Fire, the Nine Luminaries Fire, but he never expected that such wondrous fire would appear in Ding Fan's hands.
"You're certainly going to die today..." After destroying the White Bone Whip, Ding Fan looked calmly towards Chen Qiang.
Chen Qiang sneered with disdain, "Do you think that by severing my arm, you have secured your victory? How ignorant you are!"
As Chen Qiang spoke, he stretched out his left hand and bit his thumb hard enough to break the skin.
As the blood flowed from Ding Fan's thumb, Chen Qiang pressed his bleeding thumb beneath his lips.
"!@#￥%&*..." At this mont, Chen Qiang was rapidly chanting sothing.
With Chen Qiang's incantations, his appearance began to undergo constant changes.
Originally towering and robust, Chen Qiang's figure shrank more and more, growing thinner until he had diminished to half his original size.
Furthermore, Chen Qiang's black hair had turned silvery white, and his skin looked like cracked leather, very rough and worn.
"Youngster, I never thought I'd be driven to this point... But today, you're definitely going to die!"
Ding Fan looked at Chen Qiang, who now resembled a dried-up ghost.
Ding Fan realized then that this was likely Chen Qiang's true form, and the robust physique he had seen earlier was nothing but a disguise.
Looking at Chen Qiang's current age, he seed to be well over a hundred years old, if not close to it.
With the disguise lifted, Ding Fan could now easily see through Chen Qiang's cultivation level.
Chen Qiang was a Martial Artist at the peak of the Earth Level!
The reason he had not been able to detect Chen Qiang's cultivation level before was likely greatly related to the previous disguise.
"I'm here to send you, this old monster, to the afterlife!" Ding Fan said, swinging his longsword and rushing towards Chen Qiang to kill him.
"Hehehe..." Chen Qiang let out a ghastly laugh; suddenly, he produced a Soul Summoning Banner in his hand.
Ding Fan had previously struggled against the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch, so he naturally knew how formidable the Soul Summoning Banner was. Once the Ghost Soldiers were released, they would be very difficult to deal with.
"Die!"
Ding Fan abruptly threw two Fire Blades.
However, the now-transfigured Chen Qiang's movent technique was freakishly fast; as soon as Ding Fan's Fire Blades were thrown, Chen Qiang had already disappeared from the spot.
"Millions of Ghost Soldiers, heed my call! Annihilate this enemy!"
Chen Qiang shook the Soul Summoning Banner in his hand and raised a cry.
As Chen Qiang waved the Soul Summoning Banner, the ground trembled slightly, and then countless Ghost Soldiers erged from the earth.
These Soul Bodies gathered together and eventually trapped Ding Fan in their midst, dense and nurous.
For a mont, Ding Fan could feel the cold and eerie presence all around him.
Ding Fan was not facing the Ghost Soldiers Formation for the first ti.
Compared with the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's Formation, the scale of Chen Qiang's Ghost Soldiers Formation was several tis larger. What was most critical was that as soon as Chen Qiang waved the Soul Summoning Banner,
the surrounding wild ghosts would also be driven to co, sothing the previous Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch simply could not achieve.
"Kill!"
Chen Qiang waved the Soul Summoning Banner and shouted ferociously.
With this shout from Chen Qiang, which could shake the heavens and earth, all the surrounding Soul Bodies let out ghostly wails. The Soul Bodies then howled and rushed towards Ding Fan.
Ding Fan hastily threw several more Fire Blades.
To deal with these Soul Bodies, Fire Blades were undoubtedly very effective.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... The Fire Blades were thrown, and those Soul Bodies close by were all slain.
"Hahaha... Kill them, kill them. The underworld souls of heaven and earth are countless. As long as you wish to kill, I'll let you enjoy it to your heart's content!" While saying this, Chen Qiang shook the Soul Summoning Banner even more vigorously.
With the movent of the Soul Summoning Banner, streams of Soul Bodies continued to fly in from afar, joining the battle.
Ding Fan threw several more Fire Blades in succession, and although he slew a group of Ghost Soldiers, as soon as the ones in front were slain, those from behind fearlessly took their place.
As Chen Qiang said, with countless Soul Bodies in the world, it wasn't so easy to burn all of them with Fire Blades.
But at that mont, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared on Ding Fan's shoulder.
"So much nourishnt! This ti it's my lucky day..." At this mont, the plump Duorou squatting on Ding Fan's shoulder spoke.
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