Neither Mr. Longjing on the Divine Descent Platform, Hu Ma, nor Third Master Zhang could have anticipated that the black-robed evil spirit arriving later would possess such imnse power.
As the endless banners around him suddenly flew skyward, his wide sleeves swept through the air, instantly setting up the altar. The yin winds howled fiercely, all under the command of this Ghost Walker's decree.
The Ghost Walker's skill lay in setting up the altar.
Once the altar was established, he claid the land as his dominion, directing ghosts and divine soldiers from all directions.
Initially, he set up the altar on the stone platform, leveraging its power.
Now, he established the altar within the City of the Dead, thereby claiming dominion there.
Who could say for certain how long it had been since an altar was set up within the City of the Dead? After all, over the past twenty years, the Ghost Walker Path had declined, and even fewer people dared to venture onto the Bridge. Even the Zhensui Mansion, the Hu Family's strongest backing, only served to guard the Heavy Weapon of Yin and Yang.
"So it was you after all..."
Strangely, even Hu Ma, who was so familiar with him, was surprised, whereas Eldest Master ng seed utterly unfazed.
At this mont, his eyes seed ready to split from their sockets as he saw the innurable banners with dark, intimidating shadows erging one by one from behind them, creeping silently out of the banners.
Every massive shadow was laden with an indescribable weight, granting the banners an unimaginable Great Power, as heavy as mountains.
These shadows crawling onto the banners were the resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead.
The depth and vastness of the City of the Dead were beyond the comprehension of the Ten Surnas, imasurable. Even soone as skilled as Mr. Longjing could only awaken the resentful ghosts and employ their resentnt to wield nightmare magic, not directly harness their power.
After all, there remained a fundantal difference between the Gates of Haishou and the Ghost Walking Sect.
If there existed an Evil Land where evil spirits thrived, Haishou practitioners could use the land to haunt people, while Ghost Walkers could directly control ghosts and divine beings.
Summoning ghosts and binding spirits from the world above required careful negotiation; without established connections or sufficient offerings, attempts usually ended in failure.
Yet the century-old Old Ghosts, millennium-old resentful souls, even remnants from the City of the Dead's depths, had been dormant for too long. Awakened, burdened by limitless discontent and anger, they now followed the banners, crawling upwards.
"Eh?"
Admittedly, at this mont, Er Guotou himself was sowhat bewildered.
If any other Ghost Walker had set up the altar, even Hu Ma using the altar-setting thod from the Age Suppressing Book, his altar would have already crumbled under the weight of so many summoned Evil Ghosts. The great ghosts of the City of the Dead were too heavy; they could crush any altar.
But fortuitously, Er Guotou had the assistance of the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate to distribute the weight, pressing it down upon the City of the Dead itself.
Secondly... his Lifebound Spirit Temple was simply too robust.
"Yin and Yang, distinct as dawn! Soldiers of all directions, heed my command! Go!"
Facing the yin soldiers and Ghost Generals rolling towards him like a flood, Er Guotou, with no ti to ponder, felt Purple Qi steaming from his eyes, mouth, and nose. The next mont, gritting his teeth, he perford the Gang Step, clutching the ghost-expelling order, and pointed forcefully forward.
WHOOSH! The next mont, the banners around him soared to et the onrushing ng family house slaves and the yin soldiers and Ghost Generals.
An unexpected scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The ancient and weighty resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead climbed the banners, their innurable bloodthirsty mouths suddenly gaping open.
The ng family's swarming yin soldiers and Ghost Generals, usually fierce and domineering enough to sweep through this City of the Dead, were now akin to a school of fish confronting a great shark—they shattered upon contact.
As the massive yin qi collided, the ng family's yin soldiers and Ghost Generals instantly fragnted.
An indescribable number of yin soldiers were devoured, their vast ghost formation was dispersed, and command flags and gongs were all crushed effortlessly.
"Who on earth is he?"
Above, Third Master Zhang clutched the wooden boat, looking down in horror.
Yet in the next mont, the ancient resentful ghosts, erging from the altar below, soared upward, guided by Er Guotou's banners. Their raging resentnt imdiately enveloped the onlookers, and ceremony tents and wooden boats—belonging not only to the Zhang family but also to the ng family—were torn apart.
Eldest Master ng, his own wooden boat overturned beneath his feet and the little ghosts serving him fleeing and wailing, was incensed and desperate.
His thirty thousand yin soldiers had crumbled before the Hu Family mber, making him feel as if the Hu Family's montum had utterly overwheld the ngs'. In a surge of rage, he waved his sleeve, shaking off the resentful ghost before him.
Then, he leaped out, his silhouette shifting, rolling murderous intent rising from his sleeve as he directed a palm strike at the altar below.
Banners flew up from the altar, and shadows sward towards him from all sides.
But at this point, he had no ti to care; his murderous intent repelled them. With one palm, he aid to tear down the altar.
Ordinarily, one wielding a Negative Spirit would reserve strength, ensuring their burden wasn't hindered. This was especially true for Eldest Master ng, who was currently carrying the family ancestor; he wouldn't dare act recklessly.
But this ti, Eldest Master ng, in his fury, did sothing unprecedented: he completely forgot about the ancestor on his back, prioritizing only the capture of the fellow below.
Holy shit, is the ng family head's skill that formidable?
Facing Eldest Master ng, Er Guotou, too, was alard, instinctively inclined to abandon the altar and flee. He was even ready to return the Purple Tai Sui he had already stored away...
But he imdiately realized escape was futile. Eldest Master ng's strike overwheld even the fiercest resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead. Once locked on by him in this underworld, there was no escaping, no hiding...
Disregarding regret and chastising himself for his greed and for underestimating the Tongyin ng family's capabilities, Er Guotou could only brace himself at that mont. In an instant, he took seven steps, tracing the North Dipper Seven Stars pattern within the altar.
Purple Qi stead from every footprint. The next mont, standing firm within the altar, his expression cold, eyes narrowed, he roared to bolster his own courage before raising his hand.
Power surged from the altar as countless iron chains erged from all directions of the underworld, wrapping around him.
This was the skill he borrowed from the Bridge.
With his Mana channeling it, all of it reinforcing this strike, he solidly clashed palms with Eldest Master ng.
This wasn't even the power of the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate, but his own strength, engaging in a direct exchange of blows.
Naturally, he did gain a 'tiny' bit of an advantage in terms of timing and location.
BOOM!
Er Guotou had gained that 'slight' advantage, while Eldest Master ng, on the other hand, was using eight or nine-tenths of his strength to carry his ancestor, resist the invading resentful ghosts from the countless banners, and had even charged deep into enemy territory—a major taboo when fighting soone of a different Path—by directly assaulting the Ghost Walker's Magic Altar. It was under these conditions that he squarely faced Er Guotou within the Magic Altar.
Thus, he was flung out.
Amidst the howling yin wind, the Magic Altar around Er Guotou shattered instantly. The flying banners beside him fragnted, floating down. Er Guotou's face turned purple, his ears ringing with the creaking, twisting sound of his Lifebound Spirit Temple.
But he, at least, remained standing, while Eldest Master ng was suddenly sent flying.
In that instant, his form beca translucent. He shattered the wooden boat he collided with on impact, crushing countless little ghosts in the process.
"This..."
A brief, deathly silence fell over the City of the Dead.
Those present—Hu Ma, Third Master Zhang, Mr. Longjing, and the attending little ghosts—all witnessed this shocking scene.
Further out, the commotion within the City of the Dead had grown too significant, and with no word from inside for so ti, those guarding outside—Zhao Sanyi of the Divine Hand Zhao Family and Chen Abao of the Black Magic Chen Family—finally lost patience. Summoning their courage, they ventured into the City of the Dead.
After much struggle, they had only wanted to sneak a peek and understand the situation, but they unexpectedly arrived just in ti to witness the clash between Eldest Master ng and Er Guotou.
And they saw the figure that sent Eldest Master ng flying.
Holy shit?
The two felt the yin wind, sharp as blades, cut their faces, and their expressions beca a mixture of utter shock and fascination.
They exchanged a glance and simultaneously, quietly pulled their heads back. Cut ties! they both thought. They made the decision on the spot: they absolutely had to sever all connections imdiately! This was a major disaster! They absolutely could not let anyone know that the Zhao and Chen families were involved.
"Damn it," one muttered to the other, "Eldest Master ng got thrashed by the Hu Family's young master..."
...
Holy shit, Brother Er Guotou... he...
On the stone platform, Hu Ma trembled and stamred, "Wait, isn't this a bit unreasonable?"
True, having been involved from start to finish and knowing the inside story, he understood that Eldest Master ng's current capabilities were likely limited. But so what? He still got thrashed!
"The power of those evil spirits... it's already grown to the point where they can..."
At this mont, Third Master Zhang looked utterly defeated, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
At this mont, he finally stopped doubting the ng family's intentions. This wasn't an attempt to take advantage and weaken Noble Zhang's resources. Damn it, they were clearly just no match for them...
So, it seems that although they are sowhat cautious, their abilities are genuine...
Amidst the chaos, on the Divine Descent Platform, Mr. Longjing's surprised expression slowly faded, replaced by a hint of relief in his eyes. It seems I truly don't need to worry anymore. If Tieguanyin were to remain here, he wouldn't have to endure such hardship... If that's the case...
With a light sigh, he slowly began to move, walking through the Ten Gates of Haishou, his gathered montum gradually approaching perfection.
He slowly raised his head, cupping his hands high. "Twenty years of bitter guard in hell, a torrent of resentnt to break the Dragon Cave! The sixth arrow is released! Noble Zhang, it is ti for your house to fall!"
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