Chapter 1866 - The Ninth Son of the Ghost Master (1/2)
When Zhang Ruochen dragged the body of the Supreme Saint out, he discovered that there was still a trace amount of divine power emanating from the body, especially the rotten parts.
That made him think. That demiG.o.d beast must have swallowed this Supreme Saint alive. His body wasn’t decaying naturally but broken down by the demiG.o.d beast’s power in the stomach.
He took the saber from the dead Supreme Saint’s hand and summoned flames out of his palm to purify it.
Rust disappeared from the saber; it was now s.h.i.+ny with a cold glancing light.
This saber was a true Supreme Saint’s weapon, which possessed a rich amount of Supreme-Saint power.
Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power to examine the number and grade of the inscriptions on the saber. A high-pitch, harsh sound suddenly came from the saber just as he injected his spiritual power into the weapon.
The saber vibrated violently. It got free from Zhang Ruochen’s fingers, turned into an ice dragon, and flew toward the polar region of Warsoul Star.
Zhang Ruochen kneaded his painful wrist in surprise. “That’s a powerful implement spirit. Could it be one from a Ten-Radiance Thousand-Inscription Sacred Artifact?”
“Who cares if it is. Let’s subdue it first. Having this saber will increase my combat strength tremendously,” said the evil spirit inside the Yi Huang Bone Scepter.
The Yi Huang Bone Scepter had absorbed Qing Jin’s soul mist during the eight years of closed-door cultivation in Eastern Region Holy City. It now could challenge the Precept Domain-realm fighters.
Its strength just got an enormous boost after absorbing the Supreme-Saint corpse king’s aura.
Other cultivators had also seen that the saber was an extraordinary weapon. They all faded into streaks of light as they gave chase to the saber toward the polar region.
“These guys are chickens in front of the enemy yet eager beavers in fighting for treasures.”
With no delay, Zhang Ruochen kept the Supreme Saint’s body and gave chase.
The soil appeared blood-red as he got closer to the polar region. The blood-red fog in the air was blocking the vision of the cultivators.
Those cultivators in pursuit of the saber had disappeared from his field of vision. His spiritual power could only extend a few miles from him because of the suppressive power of the demiG.o.d beast.
“Not good. Blood Wasp Ashuran King will kill us one by one easily.”
Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling and wanted to turn back to meet up with the Fairy of Tianchu.
At this moment, he heard a series of footstep sounds.
He tensed up and quickly hid behind a large rock while summoning the power of Bodhi beads to conceal his aura.
As the footsteps got closer, a bone-chilling ghostly air that looked like dark-red dust loomed from a far distance
It was from the dust that the footsteps came.
A group of ghosts emerged from the dark-red dust. About a hundred of them had formed material bodies. Those were the ghost kings, and each looked like a messenger of h.e.l.l.
Some ghost kings looked like handsome men, some beautiful ladies, and some elders and children.
Apart from that, some ghost kings were riding corpse king-cla.s.s battle beasts with a b.l.o.o.d.y dagger-ax in their hands.
Zhang Ruochen was bated breath. Had he not been sure this was Luoshui, he would have suspected he had come to h.e.l.l.
Even if he was in h.e.l.l, the chances of seeing so many ghost kings at once were rare.
Four thirty-foot-tall ghost kings were carrying a palanquin made of white jade in the middle of the convoy.
The curtains of the palanquin were made of strings of bone beads, which made a pleasant sound when these strings collided with each other.
Zhang Ruochen could barely see the figure through the bone-bead curtain. He knew that it was slender, but he could not see its face, or know its gender. He could not even be sure whether it was human or ghost.
There was a saint flower on the white-jade palanquin.
He recognized that flower; it was the demonic tulip, a 100,000-year-old sacred herb that he encountered when he first came to Luoshui back then.
This demonic tulip possessed a potent spiritual power. It was a highly dangerous, vicious plant.
What aroused Zhang Ruochen’s curiosity was whether it was that demonic tulip that drove those ghosts, or it was the black figure in the palanquin who had control over the demonic tulip.
The blood fog in the air suddenly rose in turbulence as a tall and slender figure crashed down there with a loud boom.
That figure was Yun Gongming, one of the twelve Gongmings of the Sky Sect.
Yun Gongming was holding the saber of the Supreme-Saint corpse king.
But it seemed that he had not subdued it yet. It must be the implement spirit of the saber that dragged him there.
A human and a saber were fighting against each other.
“I don’t believe I can even subdue the implement spirit of a saber—”
Yun Gongming suddenly sensed the unusually chilly air in the surroundings. Next, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a group of ghosts in his peripheral vision.
The saber got away from his hand, out of his control.
He dared not keep pursuing the saber. Instead, he was fearful and summoned all his strength to flee as quick as he could into the distance. Why are there so many ghost kings here? Could it be that another powerful figure from the Ghost other than Blood Wasp Ashuran King has come to Luoshui?
“Capture him. I want his saint soul.” An old voice came from inside the palanquin.
A group of ghost kings faded into a ghost cloud and caught up with Yun Gongming.
Of all these ghost kings, the thirteen ghost kings riding the corpse king-cla.s.s battle beasts were the quickest and leading the way.
With Yun Gongming’s strength, the thirteen ghost riders were no match for him if they were to fight one-on-one. He moved like a streak of light and smoked those ghost kings behind him.
“Apparently he is as powerful as a Precept Domain-realm cultivator. His saint soul must be delicious.”
The melodious sound of a flute came from inside the palanquin.
The sound waves of the flute formed into vortexes, flying at 1,000 times the speed of sound to catch up with Yun Gongming.
Each of the sound-wave vortex was several dozen-foot in diameter. They joined and formed a ma.s.sive vortex of a few hundred feet, trapping Yun Gongming in the center. The earth cracked open wherever the vortex moved.
“Sound-wave attack could achieve such a horrible level.” Zhang Ruochen was stunned.
The thirteen ghost-king riders came outside the vortex and struck their dagger-axes at Yun Gongming mercilessly.
“Go away!”
Yun Gongming roared. Precepts rus.h.i.+ng out of his body formed a seal. The seal struck a ghost-king rider and smashed it into a cloud of ghost mist.