The ghostly woman, with her face deathly pale and blood streaming from all seven orifices, was instantly blasted backward by Li Yanchu’s punch.
A corrosive sound rang out from the ghost’s body, like boiling oil splashing onto ice and snow. To her, Li Yanchu’s blood and qi were as oppressive as a savage ancient beast.
Boom! Li Yanchu unleashed another punch, this one strong enough to produce a sonic boom.
The female ghost’s long hair flew wildly behind her, and her fingers curled like claws as she lunged straight toward him.
A surge of overwhelming force slammed into her. This female ghost, so saturated with resentment and malice, was obliterated on the spot. The sheer impact even collapsed one of the room’s walls.
At this time, the tremendous noise startled everyone in the Feng household. Several burly guards, armed with sabers, came rushing over in alarm. In just a few heartbeats, Li Yanchu had already annihilated the ghost.
“Stay back!” he barked coldly.
The guards exchanged glances, unsure what had just happened. But Li Yanchu’s expression suddenly changed. He had clearly just killed the ghost with his Divine Astral Hands techniques, and yet that eerie weeping was still echoing in his ears.
“There’s another one!?”
Li Yanchu quickly performed a Daoist spell, Telekinetic Retrieval, and with a wave of his hand, the Jiaoslayer flew into his grasp. His entire body tensed, ready for war.
“Leave this courtyard now!” Li Yanchu shouted coldly.
The guards exchanged a glance, then quickly turned to leave. But just then, one of them suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to move. His body went rigid, twisted in pain.
To the untrained eye, it looked like he had simply choked on something and was unable to breathe. But in Li Yanchu’s eyes, he saw something far more terrifying: Thick clumps of black woman’s hair were sprouting wildly from the man’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Official source is novel※fire.net
The guard’s eyes rolled back as he began to suffocate. That hair was drenched and heavy, as if it had just been pulled from deep underwater.
“What’s wrong with you?!” one of the guards cried out, rushing forward to help his comrade.
But Li Yanchu was faster. Like a gust of wind, he swept across the room and appeared in front of the fallen man.
“Back off, he’s been possessed!” Li Yanchu barked, too pressed for time to explain.
The other two guards paled, quickly stumbling backward several steps before turning and fleeing the courtyard. Li Yanchu placed a hand on the guard’s chest and instantly poured Six Yang Force into him.
“To try and kill the innocent... You're asking for death!” Li Yanchu’s gaze turned icy cold, his voice thunderous like spring lightning.
As the Six Yang Force surged into the guard’s body, the woman’s hair that had been pouring from his seven orifices began to rapidly retreat. It was no longer growing in that crazed, unstoppable way.
However, there was just too much of it. Even as it withdrew, the hair stalled at a certain point, refusing to recede any further!
Li Yanchu raised a hand and summoned a yellow talisman with a flick of his wrist.
“Tonight, I’ll make sure your soul is utterly destroyed!”
He slammed the Five-Lightning Talisman directly onto the guard’s chest. The talisman held a pure thunder aura, and its aura alone was enough to repel evil spirits.
Li Yanchu didn’t even activate it. Just pressing it onto the body was enough. The hair writhing in the man’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth reacted like it had met its natural enemy, disintegrating instantly.
“This Five-Lightning Talisman really is ruthless,” Li Yanchu said, his eyes lighting up.
He had originally intended to use it in combination with the Six Yang Force to forcibly exorcise the evil, but the talisman alone had already frightened the malevolent spirit into retreat.
The guard was finally pulled back from the gates of death, though he remained extremely weak.
Suddenly, in the cold, still night, a woman’s weeping echoed again, drifting in from all directions, as if from nowhere and everywhere at once. Its sudden appearance in the otherwise calm night air made the scene eerily chilling, filled with dread. The sound gave a creeping sense of something drawing ever closer...
Aside from that crying, the world around them had become deathly silent, like a frozen mountain lake. Not even the wind stirred. The woman's weeping grew closer and closer, as if it would not stop until one of them was dead.
Immediately after, a strange sound reached Li Yanchu’s ears, like the slithering and scraping of countless venomous snakes. A dense mass of women’s black hair began crawling across the ground, squirming and twisting like a black tidal wave before surging straight toward him.
The guard lying on the ground had just regained consciousness, only to see the hair flooding toward them and instantly fainted from sheer terror.
Li Yanchu frowned but said nothing. The hair swarmed in from all directions, thick as night, threatening to tear him limb from limb.
“You’re looking for death!”
Li Yanchu unsheathed the Jiaoslayer, and a powerful murderous qi erupted around him.
That saber had slain countless savage and wicked criminals, and the murderous qi clinging to its steel was heavier than even the infamous executioners’ ghost-head sabers. Not even the weapons of the battlefield carried this level of deathly pressure.
As soon as the Jiaoslayer left its sheath, the black flood of hair hesitated, stalling momentarily. But the malevolent spirit behind it seemed determined to fight to the death.
Li Yanchu struck first. A fiery red light lit up the saber, and a wave of blazing saber force swept out with a roar.
Shing! The black tide was immediately cleaved open, forming a gaping wound in its mass.
Li Yanchu followed up with a flurry of saber strikes, slicing through the darkness like a hurricane. His saber qi was dense and relentless
The entire world seemed to echo with the shredding sound of evil being torn apart.
Li Yanchu had activated the Six Yang Saber Art, shattering the woman’s hair and carving out a ten-zhang-wide circular clearing around him.
Ferocious as a wolf, fierce as a tiger, Li Yanchu charged forward directly toward the monstrous mass of hair that sought to devour him with the Jiaoslayer in hand.
The Jiaoslayer in Li Yanchu’s hand flashed with a cold gleam as it shredded the woman’s hair into pieces. Those strands, meant to infiltrate every opening, couldn’t even get close to his body.
Not only was Li Yanchu’s blood and qi blazing hot, like a roaring furnace, he was also surrounded by an invisible layer of qi shield. This made it impossible for the ghost to find any weakness to exploit, and instead, she was driven back again and again by Li Yanchu’s relentless assault.
However, the black hair swept out like a tide, as if to engulf the world itself. In just a brief moment, the clearing Li Yanchu had carved with the Jiaoslayer was once again engulfed by waves of inky hair.
Just then, a sharp glint of murderous intent flashed across Li Yanchu’s face. With a sweep of his arm, the Jiaoslayer moved as fast as a gale, stirring wind and dust across the courtyard as arcs of saber light flashed through the air.
Infused with Six Yang Force at the eighteenth stage, every swing of the Jiaoslayer ignited the black hair upon contact, setting it ablaze in crackling fire. The flood of black hair and the crimson saber light clashed and deadlocked. It was a confrontation of yin and yang, death and fire.
In the end, Li Yanchu began to show signs of exhaustion. His saber slowed for just a moment, and the hair rushed in again, wave after wave, pouring into the courtyard like an unending tide. The thick, damp air turned the entire area into something like the bottom of a river.
Still, Li Yanchu’s qi shield continued to shock and sever the black strands, preventing them from touching his body. Still, his eyes revealed a hint of solemnness. This ghost woman was far more troublesome than any ordinary malevolent spirit; her yin qi was dense, her resentment even deeper.
Li Yanchu gazed into the pitch-black night and saw a woman in white, her entire figure shrouded in towering resentment. Her lips were dark blue, her face deathly pale, and her eyes had no whites at all, only endless blackness.
This was no ordinary ghost. The black hair, formed from concentrated yin qi, surged toward Li Yanchu once more like a tide ready to engulf the heavens.