Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 683: Battle with the Ghost Race at the Foothills

Wu Xin's armor shone as her long spear flickered with a dim blue thunderous aura, which finally morphed into a giant thunderbolt sphere, the size of a mountain, hurtling towards the black hand extended by Luan Wu.

"Boom!"

Although Wu Xin was only at the Holy's Realm, her strength was indeed far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator at the intermediate stage of the Supreme Saint Realm.

The Thunder Emperor Art in her spear erupted in her grasp, releasing earth-shattering energy.

The terrifying Daoist Divine Abilities exploded, countless runes rippling outwards like waves, spreading in all directions, completely blasting away the demonic mist around Luan Wu, revealing her enchanting figure.

"Huh?"

Luan Wu failed to take down her opponent, a hint of confusion and bewilderment crossing her face.

"Suppressed to the Holy's Realm by the Power of Laws, yet you can still exert such terrifying battle prowess, you really are quite extraordinary!"

"Very well, you've piqued my curiosity. From now on, I will take this seriously. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Luan Wu was truly a member of the Ghost Race; beneath the demonic mist, her skin was largely exposed, her entire being exuding a seductive and ghostly charm.

She licked her red lips and spoke, her eyes gleaming with excitement, like a Dark Hunter upon finding its prey.

"Realm doesn't represent everything. Even at the early stage of the Holy Realm, suppressing you will be more than enough!"

The Holy Maiden Wu Xin heavily stamped her long spear on the floor of the great hall, producing a profound and resonant sound of the Great Dao.

"I hope you still have such spirit when you kneel down and beg for mercy later."

A ghostly blade appeared in Luan Wu's hand, covered with pure black runes, evidently a magical weapon blade of no small consequence.

With a swift movement of her arm, she thrust the blade out, so fast it pushed the boundaries of speed, the dark ghostly Qi within it began to exude a bloody scent as it aimed straight for Wu Xin's forehead.

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"Bang!"

When spear and blade collided, heaven and earth seemed to split, and the location once again emitted a deafening noise. The entire great hall trembled, making Qinchuan feel as though the giant demonic bell beneath his feet was starting to sway.

The two sides clashed continuously, the great hall bursting forth with boundless ghastly and demonic lights.

"Where did this human come from that she can withstand Luan Wu's full-force attack?"

The remaining four members of the Ghost Race were shocked; the combatants had moved from inside the great hall to the outside.

"No, it's not about withstanding Luan Wu. It seems she even has the momentum to potentially defeat Luan Wu!"

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Among them, a Ghost Race powerhouse watched the battle between the two in the arena, saying in disbelief.

Qinchuan stood in the void, seeing everything clearly, "This Wu Xin, after the great battle with me on Divine Demon Island last time, her strength has improved quite a bit, and she still hasn't reached her limit!"

Sure enough, Wu Xin's long spear swept across, exploding the void, turning into a sky full of thunderbolts, while the Divine Skills of Holy's Realm descended from the heavens, covering Luan Wu's head, threatening to engulf her completely.

These Great Dao Rune Patterns were incredibly fierce, and even though Luan Wu was at the Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage, she would still be in a difficult position if touched by them.

As Luan Wu was in imminent danger, one of the remaining four Ghost Race members flew out as a mist of ghosts, bellowing loudly, "How dare you, harming someone from the Ghost Race!"

"Boom!"

Wu Xin's long spear was deflected by the suddenly intervening Ghost Race powerhouse, stirring up a swath of golden electricity.

"Ancient Ghost Clan, that's all there is to it. A Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage can't even defeat me at Holy Realm Early Stage, what face do you have to live on?"

Wu Xin leaped out of the battlefield, standing with her spear sideways, her golden armor shining brilliantly under the glow of divine fire, looking quite heroic.

"You..."

A trace of ferocity flashed across Luan Wu's enchanting face, but she was unable to refute, and a hint of shame flashed by.

She, a mighty Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage expert, had actually been defeated by someone at the Holy Realm Early Stage, which was truly embarrassing.

"This Human Cultivator is not simple, perhaps a genius from a major Sect Force in the Divine Realm. Liufeng, Yan Mo, you two go together and, along with Luan Wu and Counterflow, capture this woman. Don't let her escape."

Liufeng stood in place, instructing the remaining two.

"Yes!" The two remaining Ghost Race powerhouses responded with fists clasped.

Then, with a strange cry, the two charged towards Liufeng's suppression.

"As everyone knows, during the Ancient Times, the Ghost Race was the weakest, driven into the Underworld by the Divine Race, living like mice.

Even today, returning to the Divine Wilderness, the wretches remain wretches, whether alone or four together, still wretches."

Wu Xin's aura was majestic, her killing intent filling the sky, as the long spear in her hand emitted a dazzling burst of light, making the entire earth tremble.

"So arrogant!" Already enraged, Luan Wu saw the four attack at once and dared to speak so boldly, which made her charge into the sky again. Wielding her ghost blade, dark Demon Ghost Runes appeared, like a world-ending tidal wave, engulfing the heavens and the earth.

The area exploded in turmoil once more.

Light illuminated the sky, Runes densely packed, layers of Dharma Patterns of Dao intertwined, falling like sheets of gold and black curtains raining from the void.

The five fought fiercely like dragons and phoenixes amidst the endless Dharma Patterns and lightning.

Er Rengu and Feng Hongyi were already shocked and amazed that this woman could single-handedly battle against four Supreme Saint Intermediate Stage Ghost Race powerhouses.

Both recalled how they, along with Elder Ye, had encircled her earlier and couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.

"Lucky she wasn't serious, or we would have perished long ago."

"Void Great Seal!"

The Ghost Race youth named Yan Mo, struck by Wu Xin's long spear and with his arm split, was enraged. He couldn't hold back any longer and, with a loud shout, began using a forbidden secret technique!

"Liufeng, Counterflow, Luan Wu, coordinate with me!"

All four attacked together, but far from capturing her, only made Wu Xin more vigorous in battle, making it harder for them to save face.

"Alright!" The remaining three exchanged glances and nodded.

All three appeared around Yan Mo, forming Seal Gestures with their hands, an endless surge of Ghost Path Law blossomed out, and boundless black Runes exploded around Yan Mo, like the monstrous waves of a tsunami.

"Boom!"

The Runes engulfed the world and the entire grand hall, including the Demon Bell where Qinchuan was, plunged into darkness, obstructing even the distant light of the divine flames, leaving not a single glint of light to be seen.