Chapter 276 - 159: Suppressing the Ghost Mask_3

He was just about to pursue them, but unexpectedly, the two turned back. Although they brought along a young Taoist who seemed strong, he wasn’t afraid. This saved him a lot of effort.

Jiang Baishan, hearing Ghost Mask’s mocking laughter, felt his eyes nearly burst with rage. He looked at the new grave in the distance and cried out in grief and fury:

"Ghost Mask, where is my eighth junior brother! Where is he!"

Ghost Mask sneered, merely pressing the grave beneath with his boot.

"Considering Qin Yun served me for many years, I left his body intact and set up a grave. I’ve already been humane enough."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baishan felt the world spinning, blood rushing to his head in anger.

"You! You deserve to die!"

Originally, he clung to a sliver of hope, but at this moment, there was only hatred and grief.

Ning Qi’s face was expressionless, his heart also filled with sorrow.

"I’ll also leave you an intact corpse."

A whisper filled with grief sounded.

Ghost Mask’s pupils suddenly contracted. As the young Taoist’s words fell, a vast and mighty power of heaven and earth was already converging. Moreover, an unparalleled sword intent surged, and in an instant, an endless sharpness emanated from the surrounding mountains, rocks, and trees, sending chills through Ghost Mask’s body, wiping away any previous ease and relaxation.

His voice sounded as if he had seen a ghost:

"You... you are True Man Tianjian?!"

But Ning Qi did not answer. With a wave of his hand, celestial swords had already formed. Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were stupefied. The most unlikely possibility had come true, leaving the two bewildered.

Under the suppression of endless sharpness, the bronze mask on Ghost Mask’s face shattered, revealing his true appearance. Surprisingly, he wasn’t some ugly monster; instead, he was somewhat handsome, faintly resembling Qin Yun by three parts.

Ghost Mask roared in rage.

The power within him began to surge rapidly; confronted with a life-and-death crisis, he likewise employed the Sad White Hair Secret Technique.

Like Qin Yun before, his face rapidly aged. Though he did not burn away all his remaining lifespan in one go, facing such a terrifying enemy, he dared not underestimate him. He had only one thought—that was to flee, to flee immediately!

It was a pity.

Facing Ning Qi now was like an ant trying to stop a chariot, utterly powerless.

Ning Qi, filled with anger.

Swords of celestial aura roared and suppressed, and the vast oppressive force spread around. Even Ghost Mask, who had boosted his power with secret techniques, had no strength to resist. One after another, black fist seals crumbled into dust before the celestial swords.

"How... how is this possible?" Ghost Mask’s eyes bulged, filled with disbelief.

Until celestial swords pierced through his chest, sealing all his internal strength, he gradually came to his senses, looking at Ning Qi with fear filling his expression.

"How can there be such a powerful Celestial Human Realm in the world?" Ghost Mask was nearly suffocated; he was already severely injured in a single encounter, and had Ning Qi not shown mercy, he would have been instantly killed.

This kind of power made him involuntarily think of... Martial Saint.

He kept coughing up blood, his soul trembling.

"Is this the true face of True Man Tianjian?" He looked at Ning Qi’s excessively young and handsome face and his incredible vitality, his heart quaking. He would rather believe True Man Tianjian was a rejuvenated old monster than believe he truly was a young man.

But he had just heard Jiang Baishan’s call, Jiang Baishan referred to True Man Tianjian as the ninth junior brother.

This realization gave him a dizzying feeling of the world spinning.

At this moment.

Everything was calm and peaceful.

Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were already dumbstruck. Originally thinking there would be an earth-shattering battle, they never expected it to be utterly one-sided, and the Demon Sect’s Vice Sect Leader, which could make them despair, had no power to resist in front of Ning Qi.

The impact of the scene before them almost turned them into statues.

Ning Qi’s eyes were icy cold.

He spared Ghost Mask’s life not out of softness but because, as a high-level Demon Sect member, he must know some secrets. Perhaps by following the threads, he could find information about the Martial Saint Secret Land. After extracting all his value, it wouldn’t be too late to kill him then.

But there was still something more important to do right now.

He took a deep breath, carrying a certain hope, and dug up Qin Yun’s grave.

Without seeing Qin Yun’s death with his own eyes, he refused to believe it.