Martial Saint!-Chapter 662 - 0411 Crisis Descends (Request for Monthly Ticket and Subscription)

Chapter 662: 0411 Crisis Descends (Request for Monthly Ticket and Subscription)

At the same time.

Within a forest.

Wang Xian and Lin Xia were like black and white streaks of light, with their spear and sword crossing.

At first, both were using the Mountain Lord Inquiry Fist, sometimes shrinking ground into inches, sometimes Mountain Lord Moon Worship, with each gaining and losing.

But later, realizing they were taught by the same master and couldn’t break each other’s moves, it turned into a clash of cold weapons.

The Floating Cloud Leisurely Dao was more skilled at speed, matched with Wang Xian’s spear skill as fast as lightning, at one point forcing Lin Xia to retreat empty-handed.

Lin Xia’s King Dao, on the other hand, was grand and majestic, combined with her long saber, cleaving Hua Mountain, unstoppable!

After an exhilarating fight, Lin Xia slightly edged out the victory.

Wang Xian laughed: "Senior sister is still formidable."

Lin Xia sheathed her saber and stood with arms crossed: "Junior brother, your growth is swift. If I hadn’t comprehended the killing move ’Flying Star’ from the Flying Sky Qiongqi Body, enhancing my movement technique, who knows who would’ve won. It’s frustrating; both you and the junior are extraordinary, new generations replacing the old, and I’m soon to be out of favor."

Wang Xian shrugged: "That won’t happen, you’re the master’s little darling."

Lin Xia: "Who knows when the master will find us a mistress."

Wang Xian and Lin Xia were watched growing up by Wang Changming, their relationship more fatherly than just a master.

Therefore, even though Lu Chenzhou had better talent, Old Wang never showed excessive favoritism and treated all equally.

Suddenly, Wang Xian’s brows tightened, and he thrust his long spear into the void behind him.

The spearhead capable of piercing gold and splitting stone was caught by a pair of fair jade-like hands, with long red nails exuding a eerie beauty.

In the void, a deep red fissure cracked open, mysterious mist surged from the gap, instantly enveloping an area of several miles.

"Not good, being able to traverse the void and create a wide-scale demon realm, it’s likely an existence at the Great Ghost King level." Wang Xian withdrew his spear.

Lin Xia also noticed something amiss, her eyebrows raised, imposing as she swept away the mist, grasped her long saber, enveloped in Heaven and Earth Gold Element Power and cleaved down.

The saber force swept across, transforming into a scarlet giant tiger apparition.

Tiger Demon Soul-breaking Saber·Red Tiger Roar!

This was the Lower Divine Skill level saber technique she mastered, already at Perfection, and she comprehended the killing move capable of mobilizing Heaven and Earth Power.

Under this blade, even an End Realm Grandmaster typically wouldn’t counter directly.

However, from within the void fissure emerged a figure with disheveled hair and a large red robe.

"Overestimating yourself!" Red Shang Ghost King thrust forward with his right hand, the scarlet mist roiled and gathered into a scarlet ancient umbrella.

The red tiger crashed onto the scarlet ancient umbrella, was violently bounced back, and vanished into smoke.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Xia’s expression hardened, she transmitted to Wang Xian: "Junior brother, hold the Demon King for a moment, I have one last trump card from the master unused."

Wang Changming gave each disciple three trump cards, though Wang Xian and Lu Chenzhou had already expended theirs.

Behind Wang Xian, the Mountain Lord Spirit erupted, as if Tiger God possessed, the aura nearly reaching the End Realm of a grandmaster.

Evidently, he utilized the Ascension Technique of burning Essence, Spirit, and Intention.

The disparity between them was overwhelmingly large; without this, there wouldn’t even be a chance to escape.

Bang, Wang Xian rushed in, his long spear stirring the demon realm mist, dense as rain.

Red Shang Ghost King’s figure was elusive, evading Wang Xian’s offensive with bizarre speed.

Occasionally a few thrusts landed, but were blocked by his surrounding force field, even without needing to use the ghost’s virtualization ability.

Wang Xian’s heart was heavy: "This Demon King’s aura is at End Realm grandmaster level, yet its strength far surpasses it."

The only option now was Lin Xia’s life-saving Sword Qi.

A piercing sound of armor-breaking came, Lin Xia looked at the long spear piercing through her right chest, seeing Li Minghuang emerging from the mist’s edge, holding a long spear.

"Quick reaction."

Suddenly, his expression slightly changed, feeling a terrifying aura was erupting: "Not good, she’s going to use the sect’s trump card!"

On the other side, Red Shang Ghost King’s face also changed, immediately extending a finger, pointing within the void.

Around Lin Xia, a void fissure appeared, from which crimson ghost claws emerged, grabbing her and dragging her into the void.

Before Lin Xia disappeared, a Vermilion Bird Sword Qi magnificently slashed towards Red Shang Ghost King’s direction.

Red Shang Ghost King’s figure suddenly dispersed, hidden within the mist, evading the deadly strike.

Faintly, a muffled grunt from the Ghost King was heard, evidently still struck by the slash.

The familiar Sword Qi made Red Shang Ghost King reveal himself in furious rage: "It’s that damn Wang Changming again!"

A Great Grandmaster’s Sword Qi had too much power.

Even with his virtualized body, touched slightly, half of his body was shaved off, slowly healing as the ghost mist surged.

But its aura weakened a bit, no longer as terrifying as before.

Wang Xian roared hysterically: "Die!"

Lin Xia was dragged away by this ghost with bizarre void transmission means, likely facing a grim fate.

She was one of his most important family members in the world.

Red Shang Ghost King shouted sharply: "You two, capture him, but don’t kill him, I want to plant the Ghost Slave Mark."

Facing two opponents alone, Wang Xian quickly fell behind, demanding: "You’re actually colluding with demon ghosts?!" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

He initially thought the Qin Family were at most old conservators, but still principled.

Unexpectedly, they had abandoned even the bottom line of being human.

Qin Xiao is a senior member of the Qin Family, and he doesn’t believe that the old man Qin Hui is unaware of this matter.

If he can successfully get out, he will definitely report this matter to the Wanbang Council.

Faced with Wang Xian’s questioning, Qin Xiao’s expression remained unchanged; he had lost his freedom when he became a ghost slave.

The destruction of the Qin Family, and even the end of the world, actually had nothing to do with him.

A strong spiritual power surged in, invading Wang Xian’s mind.

He struggled desperately, but due to recent injuries, the Red Wounded Ghost King’s aura was unstable, and after several attempts, it still failed to plant the mark.

Suddenly, its expression changed, and it quickly retreated from Wang Xian’s mind: "Madman, actually burning the soul’s essence to fight against me..."

Once the soul’s essence is damaged, recovery is as difficult as climbing to the heavens, even an Immortal cannot save it.

Wang Xian seized this opportunity to break free from the restraints, yet before he could escape the mist, he fell into darkness, crashing to the ground.

The Red Wounded Ghost King manifested a ghost claw, reaching towards Wang Xian.

Whoosh! A stream of light pierced through the mist, cutting down from the sky, tearing the ghost claw apart — it was the Mystic Sky River-breaking Sword.

From afar, the White Phoenix Spirit charged toward, with Lu Chenzhou’s face contorted into a ferocious expression, his aura soaring high.

With a thought, the King’s Domain descended magnificently, forcibly squeezing into the ghost realm, creating a clear area.

Wang Xian fell onto the back of the Tiger Eagle Beast, uncertain of life or death.

The Tiger Eagle Beast tore through space, escaping far from the battlefield.

The Red Wounded Ghost King did not pursue; it assessed Lu Chenzhou and immediately revealed a satisfied look. "Not bad, this body is too perfect."

Lu Chenzhou glanced at Qin Xiao and Li Minghuang.

Once outside, he would use the authority of the Lamp Holder to capture everyone from the Qin Family and the Li Family.

Qin Xiao said, "Grandma Red, this person’s methods are extraordinary. Be careful next, to avoid capsizing in a small ditch."

Red clouds rolled in, surging from all directions, enveloping Lu Chenzhou within.

The moment the two forces collided, like the Yellow River meeting the Bohai Sea, an invisible wave surged to the sky, red mist rolled back, and the void twisted.

Around Lu Chenzhou, the Immortal Armor emerged, and he muttered to himself, "Such momentum feels like it’s between the Four Realms and the Fifth Realm."

He drew the Tiger Soul Thousand Soul Spear, the World Dao swirling around it.

In an instant, his figure sank, disappearing into the mist.

Immediately after, a ghost hand emerged from the void, grasping at nothing.

In a certain place within the mist, the Red Wounded Ghost King was hiding here; it wasn’t in a hurry to engage in close combat, but instead used long-range means to probe Lu Chenzhou’s strength.

"This one’s perception is incredibly strong, actually able to detect my methods hidden in the void."

Behind it, pale ghost hands reached into the void, vanishing without a trace.

At the same time, no matter where Lu Chenzhou flew, as long as he was within the ghost realm, ghost hands could tear through the void and attack at any time, nearly impossible to guard against.

Fortunately, the Immortal Armor proved its worth again, as even such spell attacks couldn’t penetrate its defense temporarily.

Yet, Lu Chenzhou couldn’t find joy in this; within the ghost realm, the consumption of the Immortal Armor seemed to accelerate.

Though he had just mastered the Horizontal Training Divine Skill, whether he could withstand the peak Ghost King’s offensive remained unknown.

If it were a Demon King of the same realm, he wouldn’t fear it.

With this thought, he found a direction and charged fiercely, tearing through the mist with the King’s Domain, breaking through the void.

During this time, distractions from Li Minghuang and Qin Xiao were constant.

The two, knowing they were no match for Lu Chenzhou in a direct fight, resorted to guerrilla warfare within the ghost realm, hitting and retreating.

Above the dense forest, red clouds rolled, like a bloody world, isolating inside from outside.

After a quarter of an hour, Lu Chenzhou stopped, looking at the endless blood-red mist.

"Ghost Wall..."

Demons have Demon Domains, capable of influencing heavenly phenomena over an area, harnessing the power of heaven and earth, similar to a Heavenly Phenomenon Master.

But when it comes to such force fields, the strongest are ghosts.

Ghost King powerhouses can usually birth a ghost realm.

In the old days, some ancient mansions or forbidden grounds were actually Ghost King methods. Once you entered, it was a perilous trap.

The range and complexity of the ghost realm determine the strength of the Ghost King powerhouse.

Most ghost realms rely on illusion means to trap enemies.

But there’s a special kind of ghost realm, which can subtly influence space, trapping those within forever.

This is the "Ghost Wall."

Ghost Wall belongs to high-level ghost realms, often mastered by Great Ghost Kings, or even Heavenly Ghosts.

Once encountered, it’s a perilous trap!

Lu Chenzhou didn’t know the details about the Red Wounded Ghost King, thinking it was a standard peak Ghost King, preparing to penetrate the ghost realm and slay it, thus breaking the ghost realm without attack.

Little did he know, the Red Wounded Ghost King was once a Heavenly Ghost; even at a lowered realm, it’s far more troublesome than a peak Ghost King.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.

The Red Wounded Ghost King concealed itself deep within the ghost realm, looking at Lu Chenzhou, who was running wildly like a headless fly, and laughed: "Looks like I’ve been overly cautious. Though this one’s body is strong, and spiritual power is at an ordinary Ghost King level, compared to me, the Dao is far behind. Once this one’s strength is exhausted, I’ll achieve victory without fight!"

Just as the thought landed, a majestic Mountain Lord phantom suddenly appeared behind the Red Wounded Ghost King, its gaze piercing the mist.

"So you’re here."

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