687 Beast King Island (1/2)

Nangong Mingzhu had thought that Mo Wen was only an ordinary warrior. However, she now discovered that the youth's background was mysterious. In the ancient martial arts world, there were quite a few people who could recognize those from the Heretic Forces. There were also quite a few who could recognize those from the Ghost Lair. However, few would dare to go up against someone of the Heretic Forces, and refuse to give in.

The youth was very talented and had many treasures. He was possibly from a mysterious and powerful force. After all, ordinary martial arts grandmasters would find it hard to obtain a profound level weapon to defend themselves. Yet, this youth had three profound level weapons. Even she felt respect for him for having such a wide range of weapons.

Chu Yuan was not as impressed. When Mo Wen revealed where he was from, he was also shocked. He had not expected that the youth would dare to behave so flagrantly even though he knew who Chu Yuan was. A person who would dare to fight against someone from the Heretic Forces was either very arrogant or was truly unafraid.

However, no matter what, Chu Yuan could not turn back now. This Mo Wen had called him a dirty dog in front of everyone. He could not bear it. He, Chu Yuan, was considered a rather famous person in the Ghost Lair. This lad, who was barely grown, was as good as looking for death.

Wisps of black fog escaped from Chu Yuan. The moment the black fog appeared, it immediately howled. The sound of ghosts crying and the yelling of aggrieved souls could be heard. A ghostly aura descended, enveloping Mo Wen.

The pupils of all the warriors, even Tan Qiyue and Gao Hanshan, narrowed. It was rare for a warrior to have such power, and it was difficult for warriors to master such peculiar skills.

Hurmph!

Mo Wen snorted coldly. He was certain that Chu Yuan, who was in front of him, was a ghost cultivator amongst immortal cultivators. He had clearly practiced ghost cultivation. However, Chu Yuan's ghost fog could only be considered ordinary. Mo Wen had once seen an even more powerful ghost cultivator whose ghost fog resulted in the death of everything within a ten-mile radius.

A ray of golden light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. The moment the gold light appeared, it struck the ghost fog, which dispersed as soon as it was hit. It was as if the fog was a dark cloud and the ray of light was sunlight shining through it, causing it to dissipate and disappear.

Most of the power of the ghost fog was in the souls it carried in it. The cries and howls of the vengeful spirits were a form of spiritual attack that could cause one's emotions to be flustered and make a person develop hallucinations. Powerful ghost fogs could even drag one's soul into hell. That person would then experience the 18 levels of hell, and suffer a pain worse than death.

Chu Yuan's ghost fog did not have that ability. It did not even have the ability to disturb Mo Wen. Mo Wen's soul power was very strong right now. It was astonishing. It tore through Chu Yuan's ghost fog, which had not affected his mind at all.

”What powerful mental strength!” Nangong Mingzhu was greatly shocked. The mental power that Mo Wen had released shocked even her. Even a martial arts grandmaster would find it difficult to possess such powerful mental power. His powers had surpassed hers, even when she was at the peak of her strength.

A warrior with such terrifyingly powerful mental strength was of extremely high quality. They would just be a slight distance away from the Power of Soul and Will. Even among immortal cultivators, it was rare to have one who could cultivate their mental strength to such a level. It was usually extraordinary Golden Elixir immortal cultivators and immortal cultivators who were about to break into the Primordial Soul Realm who possessed such mental strength. It was terrifying for a young warrior to possess such powerful mental strength.

Chu Yuan was also shocked. His eyes were wide as he looked at Mo Wen incredulously. Ghost cultivators were sensitive towards all types of soul power. He had clearly sensed how powerful Mo Wen's mental strength was when he reached out to dispel his ghost fog.

As a ghost cultivator, Chu Yuan had always thought that his soul cultivation was the strongest amongst all of the humans who came here. There was almost no one whose soul cultivation could compare to his. But now, he suddenly realized that Mo Wen's soul power was even slightly stronger than his.

Among ghost cultivators, he had already surpassed immortal cultivators in the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm. He was equivalent to a martial arts grandmaster among warriors. How was it possible for a young warrior to have a mental cultivation that was even better than his!

There was a flash of purple light and a small purple bell appeared in Mo Wen's hand. It was the Cries of Hades Bell.

”Shake,” Mo Wen said softly. The Cries of Hades Bell rang crisply. Then, an invisible ripple spread outwards, enveloping Chu Yuan in mere moments.

Clang!

Chu Yuan's mind shook. It was as if thunder had struck his mind. The pain was so intense that he almost cried out. Everything shook before him and he almost lost his focus momentarily.

However, Chu Yuan was a ghost cultivator and his soul power was immensely strong. He did not lose his focus, but the view before his eyes shook slightly. However, he regained consciousness immediately. A white skull floated from Chu Yuan's body and hung over his head. It released rays of grey light which enveloped him completely.

The grey light was an unknown entity that had the ability to block mental power. Mo Wen's mental power would definitely be reduced once it passed through the grey light.

”Ghost cultivation profound level weapon!”

Chu Yuan breathed in sharply and he stared at the Cries of Hades Bell in Mo Wen's hand. He had not expected Mo Wen to have a Ghost cultivation profound level weapon, and for it to be one that could directly attack souls.