Chapter 876: Chapter 170: The Focused Battle
The fox woman was eliminated, Tang Luo looked up around the central hall and spotted a number of ghosts lurking about; with a cold snort, his draconic blood and qi burst from the pores all over his body, transforming into a blood qi moon wheel that slaughtered all the ghosts in the hall.
The extre yang intensity of his blood qi not only extinguished all the ghosts but also scattered the spirit formation nodes etched at various positions in the hall.
Toward the empty central hall, Tang Luo said coldly, “I told you, your thod of manipulating ghosts is useless against , even if you carve a yin formation. If this is all you’re capable of, then I truly have reason to doubt how you could be called one of the Four Little Saints of the current generation alongside Xu Laoying and the others.”
Following Xu Laoying’s response, Tang Luo also knew who had been stirring up trouble in Lanshan City during this ti. Having had an encounter with Yankong before, Tang Luo’s expectations for Wang Chan had been imnsely high, but he had not expected that, aside from manipulating ghosts and carving spirit formations, his enemy would resort to nothing more than commanding a servant ghost fox woman to seduce him—truly disappointing.
It was as though Tang Luo had rigorously prepared his troops for a focused and reginted war, only for the enemy to send a few ragtag soldiers as the vanguard. Such an experience was terribly frustrating!
Tang Luo remained unfazed here, whereas on the other side, Wang Chan was thoroughly delighted.
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The ghosts he commanded were anything but ordinary in ferocity; even a typical warrior of the Fierce Realm would be consud by the evil qi if they showed a trace of fear.
With nurous ghosts assembled and the yin formation empowered, even a top warrior of the Fierce Realm trapped within would suffer greatly in their primary qi, but Wang Chan had never expected to encounter soone in Lanshan City like Tang Luo, a martial maniac.
Having already advanced to the cultivation realm of the Fierce Realm and yet still without a wife or children to carry on his lineage, it was no wonder the ghosts couldn’t get close to him.
To gauge just how focused Tang Luo’s determination was, Wang Chan had even sent out the fox woman. If Tang Luo showed a sliver of being moved, a sliver of pity, or a sliver of lustful thought, then the fox woman would turn into a fierce vengeful ghost to tear at his soul.
But to his surprise, the fox woman was calmly obliterated by a single palm strike from Tang Luo; though his words expressed pity, his silver pupils revealed nothing but the indifferent gaze of a divine abode overlooking ants.
“Interesting, too interesting!!”
Wang Chan stood amidst a pile of corpses, laughing manically, his hands convulsing and thrashing about like epilepsy, as spiritual power symbols flowed from his fingers.
Those symbols left his body, fluttering around as if searching for sothing, before rapidly burrowing into the corpses on the ground.
As more and more symbols entered, the corpses that had been dead for two days surprisingly stood up, filled with grievance and fury.
Now they had completely changed in appearance; so with mouths agape silently laughing, so with half-closed eyes full of sorrow, so with brows furrowed in anger and eyes bulging, so with lips lightly bitten, appearing coy and shy—an utterly bizarre sight.
“You wanted a war, didn’t you? Here you go, have it! Ahahahahahahaha!”
Amid his mad laughter, Wang Chan spread his arms wide, and a spirit formation appeared underneath the feet of the corpses in the room, as one by one, the resentful spirit substitutes were structured into spiritual light and transported to the Sect Head’s residence in Lanshan City.
Looking at the dozens of corpse-monsters that suddenly appeared in the courtyard, Tang Luo put down the book in his hand, stood up sowhat helplessly and said, “I was wondering why there was a beam of moonlight shining into the courtyard out of nowhere. So it’s a teleportation formation.”
Before the echo of his words had faded, that group of corpse monsters gathered in threes and ford clusters, displaying either hatred or sorrowful yearning. Their spiritual power frantically mingled in the courtyard, transforming into a poisonous divine light that was sprayed towards the martial artists in the central hall.
“Too slow!” Tang Luo uttered indifferently. He activated his Ghost Shadow Step, instantly dodging the attack, and arrived beside the laughing wraith’s surrogate. His right arm, drawn back like a full moon, swelled with the roar of tigers and leopards, and he thrust it towards the corpse monster’s head.
His punch was only halfway when Tang Luo felt sothing was wrong. As if a voice from the unknown was telling him that if he killed this corpse monster, sothing extrely dangerous would happen.
The so-called blessing of a responsive heart is a unique perception of a martial body master, and Tang Luo did not dare to ignore it. He quickly shifted his punch and poured his strength into the ground.
“Boom!”
It was like a dragon turning over beneath the earth; the ground trembled under Tang Luo’s punch, the tiles and grass flew about, and even the colonnades and pillars of the courtyard collapsed, the roof tiles rustling as they fell.
This violent noise spread for miles in the night. In the past, strong figures from the Martial Hall would have rushed over by now, but having been commanded by Tang Luo, they dared only to watch from a distance.
Although Tang Luo’s punch deviated, the wraith’s surrogate did not back down. The laughing corpse monster, revealing four sharp fangs, lunged at his neck. Tang Luo swatted it with his hand, intending to push the smiling corpse monster dozens of feet into the wall, but the mont his arm touched the corpse monster, he was struck with a massive force. Had he not reacted quickly to embed his legs into the ground, he might have been sent flying by the impact.
As a martial body master, Tang Luo was especially sensitive to the flow of force. The sudden burst of force that had just surged within him was clearly the sa force he intended to use to propel the corpse monster away, but sohow, it had co back to strike him instead, leaving the corpse monster completely unhard.
Tang Luo suddenly understood why he had the premonition earlier. If that punch had landed, even with the resilience of his own physique, he would not have escaped so minor injuries. These strange-faced corpse monsters seed specifically designed for martial body masters—not only could they rebound force, but they also had the ability to combine attacks. After several dozen corpse monsters’ combined assault, the central hall had beco a pile of ruins.
While he was contemplating, the second round of attacks from the corpse monsters arrived. Tang Luo remained composed and activated his Undying Battle Body, allowing the attacks of these corpse monsters to land on his body. The silver-grey giant squatted on the ground, his hands digging into the earth, overturning a large piece of land along with the corpse monsters. His hands, as wide as doors, clapped together, molding the earth and corpse monsters into a giant clod, and then he stuffed it all into his mouth in one go!
Only Spirit Arts could eliminate such corpse monsters that specifically targeted body cultivators. However, using Spirit Arts ant consuming Spiritual Energy, and as a thrifty young man who ran a tight ship, he absolutely couldn’t waste Spiritual Energy unless it was absolutely necessary—after all, the landlord’s family didn’t have surplus grain either.
With that in mind, there was only one way left to deal with the corpse monsters: either swallow them or shoot them dead with Innate Qi arrows. But even Innate Qi arrows required the expenditure of Innate Qi, so, might as well swallow them.
As long as he could overco the ntal barrier, he could pretend it was just eating dirt!
The giant incarnation of Tang Luo thought brazenly to himself.
Once the corpse monsters were swallowed into the Void Stomach, they naturally lost connection with the magic formation. With no replenishnt of Spiritual Power, the spirit inscription symbols could not drive the wraith surrogates. Therefore, the corpse monsters mashed in the clod of earth exploded with a bang, turning into a poisonous blood mist that corroded the soil and rocks to dust.
That made Tang Luo sigh with relief; if he had used an Innate Qi arrow to kill the corpse monsters and let the poisonous blood mist spread unchecked, who knew how many people in Lanshan City would have died. If those who died turned into corpse monsters too, it would an having to kill all the civilians in Lanshan City to put an end to it.
And as the corpse monsters’s presence faded, Wang Chan of the Yunxiang Building laughed again and from his sleeve pouch, he pulled out a charm exuding a threatening Evil Qi.
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