1432: Chapter 1425: All the Ghost ssengers Erge 1432: Chapter 1425: All the Ghost ssengers Erge Alas, Cheng Ziang and his companions had co fully prepared, deliberately provoking Dangyang Ling.
How could they not anticipate his sudden attack?
Dangyang Ling’s palm strike didn’t hit Yichuan Ying, but was instead solidly caught by Feng, who had quickly stepped in.
Though both were practitioners of the Royal Dao, Feng’s strength was undoubtedly much greater than Dangyang Ling’s.
After all, she possessed a body that had survived an attack from a Demigod without perishing.
If it ca down to a clash of magic power, how could Dangyang Ling be her match?
As their palms t, Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke felt an extrely violent surge of Magical Fluctuations at that instant.
Feng, with her stance firmly planted, remained unmoved, whereas Dangyang Ling was sent flying by her counterattack, tumbling several tis on the ground.
The clash between the two resembled a push of waves, where each brought to bear the maximum magic power they could muster in their palms, converging it into a Huihai to compete against the other.
The one whose output fell short would suffer the backlash from the other, with the stronger one’s magic power flooding into the weaker’s body, bursting the ridians within.
If the disparity in strength was too great, then the stronger could even burst the weaker’s Inner Core with just their magic power.
Although Feng was a master of the Royal Dao, she hadn’t undergone systematic training.
Hence, while she was stronger than Dangyang Ling, the gap wasn’t wide enough.
Therefore, her strike had only burst the ridians of Dangyang Ling’s body, not directly his Inner Core.
In fact, the reason why Cultivators from the East Continent constantly tried to burst and then repair their ridians was to expand their capacity to withstand the intensity of magic power, which essentially served as a defensive technique.
As soone powerful like Feng, although she had not followed formal Cultivation practices, with the help of her companions, she had still expanded her ridians to a certain extent, enabling her to endure the high-intensity magic power generated by a Demigod’s attack.
However, catching Dangyang Ling’s strike was tough for Feng.
It is important to realize that this kind of wave clash requires summoning a large amount of stored magic power in an instant, and this released magic power won’t return to the body.
Thus, Feng had directly called upon a quarter or a fifth of her body’s magic power to complete this clash.
In other words, such a tactic could only be used once or twice; any more than that, and she wouldn’t have enough stored magic power.
Seeing this, the surrounding garrison soldiers did not imdiately attack Feng and the others.
Instead, they rushed to help the battered Dangyang Ling to his feet.
The reason for this was due to an unspoken tradition in Kyushu: one-on-one duels were not to be interfered with.
And since it was Feng who had received Dangyang Ling’s attack, intended for Yichuan Ying, it constituted a one-on-one duel.
In such a case, the garrison soldiers dared not intervene on their own but waited for Dangyang Ling’s command.
Had it been clear that it wasn’t a duel, they would have attacked en masse.
It must be said that, while Feng’s blow did not cause serious injury, it was a profound insult.
Dangyang Ling, his face covered in blood from nose and mouth, had tumbled on the ground several tis, looking battered and swollen, even his nose bruised.
Fuming with rage and humiliation at being seen in such a sorry state by his own soldiers, Dangyang Ling bellowed, “What are you standing there for, kill them!”
At his furious command, the atmosphere at the scene imdiately grew tense.
Yichuan Ying, facing such a situation for the first ti, felt panicked but managed to compose herself upon seeing Cheng Ziang and others ready to fight and sternly questioned out loud, “Dangyang Ling, I am the young miss of the Yichuan Clan, do you dare to kill ?”
“To hell with the young miss, you are nothing but an incapable waste in Cultivation,” Dangyang Ling gritted his teeth and began to speak recklessly, “Putting on airs in front of , when I give you face, you don’t want it, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”
“My father will be here soon.
How do you plan to explain this to him?” Yichuan Ying stood her ground and took a step forward to challenge him.
Supported by the garrison soldiers, Dangyang Ling stood up shakily, erupting sowhat hysterically, “What of it?
Surely your father won’t bla over a piece of trash.
You can’t seriously think you’re so precious lady!”
In fact, when Dangyang Ling spat out those words, he was acting out of anger, for just as Dangyang Wu had said to him, even if Yichuan Hong didn’t care about Yichuan Ying, he couldn’t possibly disregard the Shadow Edict—after all, these were his personal Shadow Guards.
He wanted to kill Yichuan Ying, but the Shadow Edict would definitely fight him to the end, and in doing so, the Dangyang Family would inevitably create a feud with the Yichuan Clan.
It could be said that as a young man, Dangyang Ling was uneducated and had virtually no grasp of the bigger picture; he had no idea how to avoid harm and seek benefits.
“Yichuan Ying, don’t look back!” As tension filled the air, suddenly, Yichuan Ying heard Cheng Ziang’s voice behind her, startling her whole body.
“What’s wrong?” Yichuan Ying’s voice trembled.
“Nothing, just don’t move or look back, you’ll be fine, trust ,” said Cheng Ziang with calm reassurance.
In such a situation, relying solely on him, Hu Daoke, and Feng clearly wasn’t going to break them out of this encirclent, so he had no choice but to use his trump card.
“Summon forth, all ye ghostly envoys!” Cheng Ziang gestured with his hands, calling out with closed eyes.
Responding to his summons, magical power began to converge in the air, and soon, the image of Liseya with only her head visible amongst long hair materialized above Cheng Ziang’s head.
The sight of her stunned all the guards, turning their faces pale as they stood frozen in place.
Dangyang Ling was so frightened his mouth hung agape.
As I ntioned before, in fact, Cheng Ziang didn’t need such a formal process to summon Liseya.
To put it bluntly, as long as Cheng Ziang wanted her to appear, she would respond to his summons even if he rely coughed.
However, a sense of ritual was still necessary; after all, Cheng Ziang was rather particular
about these things.
Faced with the stunned crowd, Cheng Ziang’s heart montarily softened, hesitating to give the final command with his hand raised.
But he was well aware that without causing casualties, the effect of their plan would be greatly diminished.
Indeed, sotis there was simply no choice.
Where there’s war, there will be deaths, and as a soldier, one must learn to kill.
So with a hard resolve, Cheng Ziang bit his teeth and gave a stern order, “Kill them all!”
Liseya didn’t have as many concerns as Cheng Ziang; she was a simple killing machine, executing anybody Cheng Ziang ordered her to kill.
So, upon receiving Cheng Ziang’s command, Liseya began to display her bloody side.
Liseya let out a long, piercing screech, the only Demigod Spirit seen by the Advance Team capable of producing sound.
Her exquisitely beautiful face imdiately twisted into sothing hideous and terrifying.
Before the horrified gazes of the guards, she began to move with agility and mobility, relentlessly smashing through their bodies.
Even though these guards were Cultivators, they were not strong enough to endure the high-intensity magic power being injected into them.
The mont they were pierced by Liseya, they instantly died from Magic Power Erosion attacking their viscera.
Through the battles in the East Continent, Liseya had continuously learned and adapted to the fighting styles and bodily structures of the Easterners.
Thus, her attacks this ti were not only swift and accurate but also ruthlessly venomous.
So guards were even burst open from within as their Inner Cores exploded, dying instantaneously.
The simplest attack thod is often the deadliest.
Liseya’s thod was simple: collision penetration.
By utilizing the high-intensity magic power she gathered, she burst the body’s ridians, causing death through Magical Power Erosion.
Magic Power Erosion was an irreversible terminal illness, true for humans from Earth, those from the Western Continent, and so too for those from the East Continent.
They might withstand their ridians bursting due to magic power and then heal, but once Magic Power Erosion reached their organs, they would die from organ failure, just like people from Earth.
To the surrounding guards, whether Royal Dao experts or Ba Path experts, whether Zhongyan or Banshan, there was no difference in front of Liseya.
In her eyes, these people had only two types: those who would die upon one collision, and those who required a second hit after surviving the first.
But regardless, none of the guards survived Liseya’s third round of assaults.
Even the strongest Cultivator could not withstand Liseya’s dual-strike onslaught.
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