"Very well..."
Before disappearing, the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint revealed a contented smile.
The unique swordsmanship he created, "Light and Arrogant Sword," was passed down, and he didnât leave any trouble for future generations.
"Farewell, senior."
Lu Changsheng clasped his hands in salute.
If the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint hadnât gone easy on them, this group of theirs would still be entangled with him for quite a while.
Rumble.
The massive Cang King Tomb trembled.
Lu Changsheng and Saint Zou looked toward the entrance of the Cang King Tomb, only to see one of the male Sword Immortal statues getting half destroyed by the Heavenly Martial Venerable.
The guardian array of the Cang King Tomb was precariously close to breaking.
"Lu, letâs hurry and stop them."
Saint Zou was extremely urgent, drawing out a scroll, which expanded in the wind, filling with Magnificent Righteous Qi. Two True Dragons formed of this qi burst forth, baring their fangs and claws, charging at the Heavenly Martial Venerable.
"Hmph, just a mere eighth-grade great power, you want to thwart my plans?"
The Corpse Control Old Ghost took a deep breath and struck with a palm. The overwhelming demonic qi felt like a collapsing Nether Sea, obliterating the two Flood Dragons made from the Magnificent Righteous Qi.
The demonic qiâs momentum didnât abate, surging straight towards Saint Zou.
Saint Zou hurriedly opened another scroll, condensing a divine mountain with supreme Magnificent Righteous Qi to shield himself.
Boom!
Even the golden divine mountain couldnât withstand the might of the Corpse Control Old Ghostâs demonic palm and shattered into fragments.
Fortunately, it still managed to block the palm strike for Saint Zou.
Saint Zouâs face turned pale.
Using the powerful scrolls continuously had nearly exhausted Saint Zouâs True Qi.
Though the Corpse Control Old Ghost specialized in controlling puppets, his realm wasnât low, and even in direct combat, he was above Saint Zou.
"Ten Thousand Blades Chasing Wind!"
Lu Changshengâs target was also the Corpse Control Old Ghost.
As long as they could entangle the Corpse Control Old Ghost and stop him from fully focusing on manipulating the Sun True Monarch and Heavenly Martial Venerable puppets, they could buy some time.
Even better, if they could kill the Corpse Control Old Ghost, they could turn the tide.
"Fuhua Sword!"
Yuexi also unleashed a sword, slicing through the void, with five-colored sword radiance tearing through time and space, directing its edge at the Corpse Control Old Ghost.
Lu Changshengâs disciples brought forth a myriad of magical artifacts, employing various cultivation techniques and supreme skills to attack the Corpse Control Old Ghost.
"Damn it!"
Most of the Corpse Control Old Ghostâs energy was invested in controlling the puppets, making him weaker than the Heavenly Martial Venerable, forcing him to evade or defend against these attacks.
"Dance of a Thousand Corpses!"
The Corpse Control Old Ghost unleashed thousands of puppets in one breath, densely packed like an army, with puppets ranging from Earth Immortal to Divine King Realm.
Various attacks rained down, destroying puppet after puppet.
Lu Changshengâs single sword stroke destroyed hundreds of puppets.
The "Primordial Nine Styles" taught by the Bai Emperor had reached the pinnacle of Sword Dao, and even the fifth style was something these puppets couldnât withstand.
"Ha."
Lu Qinglian condensed True Qi into her fist, smashing a Divine King Realm puppet with a single punch.
The explosive fist energy pierced through the Divine King Realm puppet, destroying the puppets behind it as well.
"You shouldnât exist in this realm. You should enter the Netherworld and be reborn in the next life."
Chen Yi clasped his hands together, and behind him appeared the Immovable King True Body, emitting ten thousand feet of Buddha light.
Some of the weaker puppetsâ lingering souls were forcibly transcended by Chen Yi, becoming mindless shells that fell from the sky.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
"Hmph."
Dugu Aotian wielded the Dual Demon Soldiers, slaying puppets left and right. Puppets were continuously cut down by the "Yuan Tu" and "Abi" ancient demon swords, severed both physically and spiritually.
Watching his puppets being destroyed one by one made the Corpse Control Old Ghostâs heart bleed.
These were the puppet armies he had spent millions of years accumulating.
"As long as I obtain the Cang Kingâs corpse, one puppet could equal a billion ordinary puppets."
The Corpse Control Old Ghostâs expression grew fierce, throwing caution to the wind.
He wielded the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, countless vengeful spirits pouring into the body of the Heavenly Martial Venerable.
"Ahhh!!!"
The Heavenly Martial Venerable let out a cry of agony, his aura surging.
The Corpse Control Old Ghost fully controlled the Heavenly Martial Venerableâs corpse, which unleashed a fatal punch, causing the surrounding space to collapse.
"Ten Directions Dominating Fist!"
Boom!
The fist power wreaked havoc, obliterating everything, leaving the sun and moon without light!
The entire Cang King Tomb trembled under the fearsome might of the Heavenly Martial Venerable.
The male and female Sword Immortal statues simultaneously drew their swords, harnessing the great formation of the Cang King Tomb. Twin sword energies shone brilliantly, dazzlingly bright.
"This is the strongest puppet Iâve crafted. Break for me!"
Under the Corpse Control Old Ghostâs manipulation, the Heavenly Martial Venerable unleashed its relentless, brute strength to shatter the two sword energies, striking the male Sword Immortal statue.
The tyrannical force obliterated the thousand-foot silhouette of the male Sword Immortal, shattering the statue and causing the great formation of the Cang King Tomb to suffer intense tremors, leading to the collapse of numerous underground palaces.
"Stop them!"
Yan Ruxue saw that the Corpse Control Old Ghost was about to destroy the last defenses of the Cang King Tomb. Once the corpses of Cang King and the Merak Swordswoman fell into his hands, no one present could stop him from leaving.
"Unfortunately, your opponent is me."
The Sun True Monarch blocked Yan Ruxue, surrounded by nine golden flames, each one capable of injuring a great power-level expert.
Yan Ruxue hesitated for a moment, her fair wrist flipping over to reveal an ancient scroll.
"I wonder if itâs time..."
Yan Ruxue had confidence in defeating the Sun True Monarch, but if the Cang Kingâs corpse was taken by the Corpse Control Old Ghost in advance, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Illusory Life is but a Dream!"
Yuexi swept away the surrounding puppets with her Immortal Sword, the five-colored sword energy, carrying endless Sword Intent, pressing toward the Corpse Control Old Ghost.
"A mere junior, you think you can kill me?"
The Corpse Control Old Ghost sneered, moving with divine thought, and the Heavenly Martial Venerable instantly teleported before him, smashing the seven-colored sword energy with a punch.
The shattered sword energy scattered in all directions, but it couldnât even graze the Corpse Control Old Ghostâs Daoist Robe.
Yuexiâs face turned pale.
The Heavenly Martial Venerable, in life, was a fifth-grade great power. Even now, with just the body and residual soul, the Corpse Control Old Ghost bolstered it with a sea of vengeful spirits, allowing its strength to reach the peak of the sixth grade, almost approaching the limits of a great power.
"Destroy them all!"
The Corpse Control Old Ghost laughed maniacally, commanding the Heavenly Martial Venerable to unleash a dominant Extreme Fist that compressed the air, toppling the thousand-foot female Sword Immortal statue with a single punch.
"Itâs over this time!"
Yan Ruxue, Saint Zou, and Saint Zeng all turned pale.
The great formation of the Cang King Tomb was completely destroyed!
"We must stop them!"
Lu knew that with the Disciple Apprenticeship Simulator, even if the Corpse Control Old Ghost formed a puppet from the Cang Kingâs corpse, they would still find a way to defeat him.
"As long as I get Cang Kingâs corpse, one puppet could resist a billion ordinary ones."
Lu, seeing the urgency of the situation, urged his disciple Xu Jing to try the Twenty-First Grade Divine Pill, the "Spirit Communication Pill."
"Alright!"
Xu Jing took out the Spirit Communication Pill.