Chapter 312: Chapter 158: Under the Scorching Sun, the Ghost King Reappears (Seeking Subscriptions) !
Translator: 549690339
In the Inner City, the scorching sun slowly began its descent from the peak of the sky.
While all its inhabitants are oblivious and continue to lead an ordinary life.
Three grim and terrifying powerful auras, abruptly and without reason, began spreading out.
Simultaneously, the fluctuations of vast and powerful Spirit Qi erratically erupted.
Numerous black pillars of light shot up, piercing the sky.
Each one, wider than ten paces.
Around these pillars, countless souls emerged, throatily expressing their joy for returning under the sun’s light.
Ghostly howls and wails fill the air, suddenly became the echoes of the town, an all-encompassing melody.
Even the countless agonizing wails of dying cultivators are silenced beneath it.
No!
A piercing roar, suddenly explodes.
“Bastard!”
A burst of a powerful mana fluctuation of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator soars at Mountain Feng.
In the Outer City area, Luo Chen, dragging along Zhou Yuanli, is retreating wildly.
Hearing that “bastard” roar, his body stiffens momentarily, subconsciously turning his head to look.
At Mountain Feng, a golden sword light attempts to soar into the sky.
However, just when the sword light explodes, a huge palm suddenly shoots out from the ground.
Boom!
The golden sword light is struck back into Mountain Feng.
Obstructed, the three black pillars of light expand again, tearing open great fissures in the earth.
“Who dares to release the Ghost King on his own?”
Incensed voices, accompanied by another dazzlingly extreme golden sword Qi, rise again.
The huge palm of Qi power attacks once more. However, this time, it’s only able to resist momentarily, before being torn apart.
The Golden Sword Qi transforms into a rainbow light, like a colossal dragon coiling around Mountain Feng.
Suddenly, the soaring Pang Renxiong, with twinkling golden eyes, pays no attention to the three pillars, instead gazing at the Inner City West District of the Great River District.
“To those hiding in the shadows, get out here now!”
He points his finger like a sword, and the sword Qi golden dragon above his head instantly emits an ear-splitting sword cry.
Cutting through the air!
This is his full-powered attack, capable of taking an enemy’s life with significant probability.
Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full power, especially in the face of a Ghost King, where he must not hold back.
However!
A sword light, in no way inferior to his own, bursts out from his body.
From inside out, cutting off a third of the sword Qi golden dragon’s tail.
The remaining sword Qi dragon, though still forging ahead in the original direction, no longer harnesses its initial power.
In the Northern District of the Inner City, a black palm lifts up, directly catching the sword Qi dragon.
Boom!
The sound of a violent explosion rings out.
A massive surge of airwaves, with the West District as the center, spreads out, turning nearly half of the Inner City into ruins.
A figure wrapped in a grey robe slowly rises from the ruins.
He looks at Pang Renxiong and nods slightly.
“Greetings, Friend Pang.”
Pang Renxiong ignores his greeting.
With the corners of his mouth bleeding, he grimly lowers his head to look at a Sword Pill in his hand, which is no longer dull, vibrating crazily, trying to escape.
But under his powerful Qi power’s seal, it is firmly trapped in the palm of his hand.
Just now, this Sword Pill, inexplicably ignited a flow of Sword Qi, demolishing a third of his ultimate attack’s power.
So much so, that he could no longer use it to completely land a killing blow on a formidable enemy.
His palm clenches tightly around the Sword Pill.
Pang Renxiong raises his head, glaring at his opponent.
“You tampered with the Sword Pill of that Demonic Cultivator!”
“As expected of the Yu Ding Sword Cultivator!” the grey-robed cultivator praises, then laughing, “Unfortunately, you discovered it too late.”
Indeed, too late!
Without the immediate success of the ultimate attack, he will certainly not get another chance to calmly execute the same move.
Pang Renxiong feels a touch of regret.
After getting that Sword Pill yesterday, grieving over the loss of a fellow cultivator, he didn’t check it thoroughly.
In fact, most people wouldn’t check a Sword Pill that had lost its owner.
When the sword exists, the man exists, when the sword is destroyed, the man is gone.
The black-robed demonic cultivator was already dead, and the remaining Sword Pill, who would have thought that another person could drive it.
He previously took pleasure in his trap at the Monster-Locking Tower, killing his peer enemy.
Little did he expect, that merely a day later, his enemy would succeed in ambushing him.
The anger in Pang Renxiong’s heart peaks.
Yet, he is still suppressing his fury and says angrily,
“I knew from the start that the Demonic Cultivator was bluffing when he used the Sword Pill. At that time, I thought he didn’t master its usage, but never thought that the real master of this Sword Pill would be you!”
The grey-robed cultivator nods his head: “Indeed, I got it through the black market and purposely gave it to Lu Jiushi’s hands. He is just a Golden Core Rogue Cultivator, who hasn’t been in the Lianyun Business Union for a long time, doesn’t possess a Natal Magic Item, naturally he would cherish a Magic Item Level Sword Pill.”
“So it was you who murdered Fei Bowen?”
Facing Pang Renxiong’s relentless pursuit, the grey-robed cultivator helplessly says, “At this point, caring about these – doesn’t it feel a little late?”
“Late?”
“No, it’s not too late!”
“You believe you’re my opponent?”
Confronting Pang Renxiong’s sudden explosion of formidable Might,
The grey-robed cultivator lightly laughs, his body gently retreating backward.
“No!”
“Your opponent isn’t me!”
Upon hearing these words, Pang Renxiong’s face changes drastically, his unparalleled Divine Consciousness sweeping in all directions.
In the Inner City of the Great river District, from the southeastern and northern directions, are already three grim and chilling auras, targeting him directly.
Three figures, black as night, and several tens of a zhang tall, noiselessly climb out from the earth’s fissure, standing upright, basking in the sun’s warmth.
“You deserve to die!”
“Truly deserve to die!”
“Actually looking down upon tens of thousands of lives of Rogue Cultivators in the Great River District, secretly releasing the three Ghost Kings sealed for hundreds of years.”