Old Enemies
"This detestable sll of human fireworks... Every ti I sll it, it makes my whole body uncomfortable," Xiaoji said with a dark expression, looking at Sun Bumian as if looking at a pest.
"Heh heh, then stop breathing," Sun Bumian shot back without showing any weakness.
Xiaoji ignored his provocation and spoke again, "Auspicious On, you better understand clearly that this is the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, not your realm of the living... Over the past thousand years, you have forced your way into the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path to see your Master no less than a hundred tis. Just how much nonsense do you and your Master have to talk about??"
Sun Bumian: ...
Sun Bumian's mouth twitched. He wanted to argue a bit, but he truly felt sowhat embarrassed.
"Well... I didn't actually co here specifically to see my Master this ti. I brought friends here... Of course, since I'm already here, I naturally have to drop by and see him. After all, it's been several hundred years, and I quite miss his old self."
"What kind of place do you take our Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path for? Coming and going as you please? It's not enough that you co yourself, but you also have to bring a whole group of people... Do you really treat this place like a tourist attraction?!"
The more Xiaoji spoke, the angrier he got. His fury rapidly surged, and even the chains behind him holding Tan Xin swayed violently!
"In the past, when you ca, you were Rank 8, and we couldn't keep you here. Now you are rely Rank 7..."
"Since you are here, then stay and keep your Master company."
The white robe swept across the sky, charging straight toward Sun Bumian. Although he didn't use any Spiritual Power, his Ghost Path divine abilities were poised to strike!
Sun Bumian sneered.
"Rank 7?"
"Since you aren't afraid of my Rank 7, why did you use the Cessation of Arms to lock down my Spiritual Power? Let guess... You know what will happen if my power is unleashed, right?"
Xiaoji's expression sank slightly. Having dealt with him for thousands of years, they naturally knew how terrifying Sun Bumian's Power of Samsara was. Though he was only Rank 7 now, the mont he resolved to slaughter his way through the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path at any cost, he could instantly recover his forr Rank 8 power... or perhaps even higher.
Fortunately, in the past two years, a high-ranking Cessation of Arms had erged among humanity. This was perhaps the only way to keep Sun Bumian in check, and it was also the trump card the Ghost Path special envoys had specially hidden and prepared to deal with him.
"Cut the nonsense."
Xiaoji flicked his sleeve, and chains connected directly to the River Styx. With the infusion of a massive amount of ghost power, the Ghost Path divine ability was unleashed to the limit by Suxi!
He raised his hand and pointed at Sun Bumian from afar.
"Finger of Breaking Delusions."
A terrifying, world-shaking oppressive aura descended along with Xiaoji's pointing finger. The destructive power contained within it was dozens of tis greater than what Kongwang had unleashed in the Tianshu Domain. The inexhaustible River Styx was the ho-ground advantage of the Ghost Path special envoys, and also their greatest source of confidence!
Sun Bumian coldly harrumphed. The Awakened Lion's flas ignited upon his body, and the rich sll of human fireworks spread madly throughout the Ghost Path...
"If you want to have a magic battle with , then bring it on!"
He raised his hand and pressed it toward that descending giant finger...
Theater Dao Secret thod, Sleeve-Hand Pushing Heaven!
A finger and a palm collided explosively in the void, and the visible aftershocks swept across the sky!
...
"Bro, really..."
"Where the hell did this send ??"
On the other side of the River Styx, Jian Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar ruins of tall buildings around him, deep bewildernt in his eyes.
Rustle—
Carried by the gentle breeze, a plastic bag fluttered beneath the dim sky. The ruins of towering buildings were scattered everywhere. Reflected in the glass of a skyscraper, a white-robed figure slowly approached.
Jian Changsheng furrowed his brow and abruptly looked behind him, one hand lightly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, treating the situation as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Path of the Soldier, huh..."
"This killing intent is sowhat familiar."
An emotionless voice drifted over from the distance. As the pale robe fluttered in the wind, a profound face, carved like a mask, entered Jian Changsheng's field of vision...
Special Envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, Da'an.
"Tsk."
"So we still ran into each other."
As Jian Changsheng clenched his hand, ancient killing intent erupted from the scabbard. He slowly drew the long sword from behind his waist, and black armor ford from killing intent climbed onto his body!
Jian Changsheng held his sword in one hand and held his other palm open vertically. With a resolute gaze, he slowly drew the blade across his palm, and streams of scarlet blood flowed down his arm.
Observing Blood.
Domain Expansion!
As the rings of killing intent gathered behind Jian Changsheng, Da'an's tightly shut eyes trembled slightly.
"Just as I thought..." Da'an said indifferently.
"In that case..."
The pale sleeves raised, and Da'an's index fingers pointed straight at the flowing River Styx in the sky.
A chain shot out from his fingertip, accurately tethering a certain ghost within the River Styx. As the chain retracted, that ghost streaked across the sky like a teor, crashing down heavily beside Da'an!
The sweeping gale brushed past Jian Changsheng's black hair. He held his long sword horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed on the phantom of the ghost tethered by the chain...
The next second, his figure froze in place.
Boom—!!
A monstrous, towering pillar of ancient killing intent erupted from Da'an's body!!
Black battle armor gathered over Da'an's white robes, and rings of killing intent silently rotated behind him. Da'an reached out and grasped the void, and a long sword identical to Jian Changsheng's fell into his palm...
The chain gently swayed in the air.
A fragnted ghost floated silently by his side.
Path of the Soldier, Shura Path...
God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.
...
Vermilion earrings danced lightly in the wind.
Chen Ling tilted his head slightly, looking behind him...
"You people from the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path really think highly of ..." Chen Ling spoke calmly.
In the dark street behind him, two white-robed figures stood respectively on two extinguished streetlamps. The hems of their clothes fluttered in the wind, their pale cheeks like ghosts.
"You actually sent out two special envoys?"
"To deal with the Calamity of Mockery, we naturally must be a bit more cautious," Chikou snorted coldly. "As for that Path of the Physician who's only at Rank 6, he won't live long anyway. Crushing him is as easy as crushing an ant."
Hearing these words, Chen Ling's gaze hardened.
"...What did you say?"
"It doesn't matter what he said," the other white-robed special envoy, who had two black goat horns growing on his forehead, said nacingly. "Today, we are going to avenge Kongwang."
The final special envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, Liulian.
With a point of Liulian's raised hand, a chain shot straight toward the River Styx.
The ghost-controlling art was activated. It was as if he had grabbed a specific ghost, forcefully dragging it back down to the earth. When that ghost descended, an unrivaled, powerful aura swept across the street!
That was a ghost as powerful as Sun Simiao, whom Chikou controlled.
The mont that ghost revealed its true form, Chen Ling's gaze darkened slightly...
An English gentleman's windbreaker moved without any wind in the Ghost City. Slightly curly black hair fell casually. As those clear, jewel-like eyes slowly opened, the oppressive aura of the Path of the Thief suddenly descended.
The forr Demigod of the Path of the Thief, the leader of the Fire-Stealers...
Silver King, Li Leider.
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