Facing death leads to rebirth!
The eight gates of life and death, the gate of life is the gate of death, and the gate of death is the gate of life.
Those man-eating evil spirits transforming within the ghostly fog didn't even have time to let out a chilling scream before Fu Jianhan's innate Pure Yang sword energy shattered them, scattering their souls.
He wasn't boasting, his three-foot azure blade could indeed slay ghost gods, and it would kill its way back and forth at the Ghost Gate in the Underworld.
——Lunar Dark Finger!
Lady Jade Face's two fingers gather sinister power, lunar and dark, formless and intangible, piercing everything, the extreme Yin True Qi penetrates through several evil spirits' shadows in succession, directly severing the shadowy banner.
——Five Thunder Curse!
Yun Wangji uses wood to draw lightning, electric light encircles his palm. At this moment, he has no time to think much, only cooperating with the youth to break open the gate of death and carve out a path to life amidst the ghostly apparitions.
Mighty heavenly thunder, guided by the curse!
Thunder God Helps Me!
Rumble!
From behind the eight gates of life and death, the soul-recalling banner is ignited by thunderfire, illuminating all directions, revealing hordes of vicious evil spirits.
The golden locks of the eight gates have broken.
The youth's figure swiftly leaps out, the gold and iron sword in his hand gathering fierce power, at the moment of breaking through, the sword light stirs up a sea of blood, over ten man-eating evil ghosts are shattered and dispersed, the sword's edge extends another half inch, as if the youth's chest and abdomen breathe, flowing like the Yellow River eastward to the sea.
The youth walks with a song, curses like mantras, transforming into a faint golden light encircling him.
"Jiazi protects my body,
Jiaxu preserves my form,
Jiachen secures my destiny,
Jiawu guards my soul,
Jiachen stabilizes my spirit,
Jiayin nurtures my truth."
——Six Ding Six Jia Protective Spell.
Though clearly a one-handed sword, the youth grasps it with both hands, fierce energy flows, encircling the sword edge, condensing into a two-handed greatsword over a yard in length.
A cavalry charge surges!
The ghost general is utterly terrified, he watches the youth coming with a song, finally revealing an expression of extreme desperation, regardless of how he changes formation, he can't escape the opponent's penetrating gaze, the formation is completely ineffective, and the shadowy banner can't conceal his figure.
"Stop him!"
The surrounding cavalry rushes forward, as the general's personal guard, they only have the thought to protect, like refined puppets.
——Sword Momentum: Beheading!
The youth's fierce blood sword sweeps across, under the horrified eyes of the crowd, splitting open the evil ghost cavalry charging from the front.
Man and horse shattered!
Ashes to ashes!
One person breaks the formation, kills the cavalry, exterminates the evil spirits.
The blood-colored fierce energy surrounding the youth seems to ignite, forming a fiercely burning blood flame, like the Overlord reborn, unstoppable!
Back then Han Xin couldn't stop him, nor can this ghost general.
"Military School Great Grandmaster!"
Except for a Great Grandmaster of the Military School, the ghost general simply can't imagine who else in this world could tame military ferocity to such a degree.
Could this be the reincarnation of the Overlord of Western Chu?
The cavalry around the ghost general are slaughtered one by one, the youth's momentum grows even more terrifying, with each step he takes, each person he kills, the ferocity grows stronger, the killing intent heavier, as if he is the true ghost god of the human world!
The last fierce spirit of the Military School erupts.
The ghost general raises his long spear, launching a decisive charge towards the youth ahead, thinking if his momentum is suppressed, he'll have no chance left.
Energy is intent, intent is spirit.
Spirit is already intimidated.
How to fight again?
In a narrow path, the brave wins, the martial way of the Military School, like pawns crossing the river, only forward, no retreat!
The ghost general stirs up a dark wind covering the sky, the skeletal warhorse underneath devouring ghost fire, galloping like a dragon, the long spear transforms into a point of chilling light, shooting towards the youth coming head-on.
Clang!
Crack.
The long spear surrounded by dark power is directly severed, the skeletal warhorse is split in two, the ghost general's figure is blasted by the overlord's force, the blood-refined fierce energy easily pierces his protective armor, revealing beneath the hideous contour of a skeleton-like corpse.
Not far away, Yun Wangji watches in astonishment, murmuring: "Perhaps when Celestial Master Zhang Daoling entered Ba and Shu, slaying ghost gods all around, subduing the Witchcraft leaders, was no more than this?"
Lady Jade Face's figure lightly trembles, her eyes like a spring, biting her lip, remaining silent.