My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 211: Chapter 210: Ghost Swordsman’s Soul Returns to the Western Paradise

Luo Chongyang, Universal Literary Vajra, and others stood still, not moving an inch.

They were experts invited by the Ghost Swordsman, and now that the Ghost Swordsman was not engaging in a decisive battle with the Demon Sect, they naturally would not strike against the Demon Sect either.

After Feng Lingyue’s expression slightly changed, he was not foolish; if the Ghost Swordsman and the Demon Sect had colluded so deeply, there was no way they could have fought so fiercely with the Sect Hierarch just now.

Clearly, something had happened, such as the Ghost Swordsman having old grudges only with Jiang Renyi and Jiang Shang, and no current disputes with the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect. Now that they had ceased fighting and talked peace, or perhaps the Ghost Swordsman was compromised by the Sect Hierarch.

But these had nothing to do with him, Feng Lingyue, as he came today to eradicate the Demon Sect.

Having cleared his thoughts, Feng Lingyue stepped forward, “We came here today because of the three words, ‘Ghost Swordsman,’ at your call, we traveled thousands of miles to Dongluo Pass, and now with just a word from you about retreating from the martial world, isn’t this too much of a child’s play?”

Feng Lingyue’s words immediately resonated with many of those present.

“We all came because of you, the Ghost Swordsman, and now you say we should not fight just because you say so. Isn’t that treating us all like monkeys to be teased?”

“Simply childish, we regarded you as the hope of the righteous path, truly a ridiculous joke!”

“Such petty behavior, is this your martial integrity, Ghost Swordsman!?”

…..

In an instant, everyone started denouncing and blaming the Ghost Swordsman.

They had come through thick and thin to erase the Demon Sect, and now at the doorstep of the Demon Sect Main Hall, the Ghost Swordsman changed his mind, how could they accept this?

The Blissful Child, Zeng Fanqing, and others also looked on with chilly eyes, seemingly discontented.

The only ones who did not openly criticize were Luo Chongyang, Universal Literary Vajra, and the other four.

Seeing this, Luo Chongyang secretly thought, “These people are going to use martial morality to kill with a borrowing knife again; my disciple nephew is still kind-hearted. Since he plans to bow before beauty, it’s better to cut down these people to eliminate future problems.”

The common tactic used by those in the martial world against those who cherish their reputation is to kill by praise.

Throughout history, countless who cherished their reputation have died off due to the four words of martial morality.

An Jing looked at everyone below, his heart calm as a still well, undisturbed in the slightest.

“Warning: A dark opportunity is near the host.”

Suddenly, a prompt emerged in his mind from the Earth Book.

Startled, An Jing transmitted to Zhao Qingmei, “Be careful later.”

“What happened?”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei’s brows furrowed.

An Jing said gravely, “There will be danger.”

Outside Dongluo Pass, public sentiment was ablaze, bound to demand an explanation from the Ghost Swordsman.

They fantasized about using the term martial morality to hoist An Jing high up in the air, forcing him to act against his will.

A reputation can bring endless benefits, but it can also bring endless burdens.

But little did they know, An Jing had never been a person concerned with the opinions of others.

“Ghost Swordsman, why not give us an explanation!?”

Someone cried out, “Why disregard martial morality?”

“Martial morality?”

An Jing chuckled lightly, then drew out the Evil Suppressing Sword.

“Swish!”

“Bang bang bang bang!”

The next moment, a cold light descended from the sky, cleaving forward and instantly generating a heart-shaking sound that filled the air.

All of Dongluo Pass then fell silent.

An Jing looked towards Feng Lingyue, “Feng Lingyue, don’t forget, it was you and not I who called upon the martial experts to flatten the Demon Sect. I have never done such a thing.”

“Rather, it was you, Feng Lingyue, who borrowed my momentum, wanting to profit like a scavenging vulture from my struggle with the Demon Sect.”

“You were the ones who called me the hope of the righteous path, not me, and now the ones calling me a villain are also you.”

“Your quest to eradicate the Demon Sect was your own doing, not for me.”

“Yes, I am such a person.”

Feng Lingyue was taken aback and, upon reflection, realized that the Ghost Swordsman was right; the Ghost Swordsman had never intended to use others to ascend to the Demon Sect.

The grand preparations were solely orchestrated by Feng Lingyue, with the goal certainly not to aid the Ghost Swordsman.

The others present exchanged glances, speechless; all their slander and defamation boiled down to one thing.

Ghost Swordsman, if you don’t eradicate the Demon Sect, where would our benefits come from!?

“You may leave.”

An Jing looked towards Chen Ayi and the Ecstasy Child, among others.

Among those present, very few had truly exerted effort; most were merely opportunists swayed by the shifting winds.

“Alas.”

The Ecstasy Child nodded, his hopes dashed, but at least the Ghost Swordsman ensured they could leave unscathed.

Zeng Fanqing, usually reticent, suddenly spoke up, “Senior, may I ask you a question?”

An Jing nodded slightly, “Ask.”

Zeng Fanqing took two steps forward.

“What are you trying to do?” Zhao Qingmei raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re not eradicating the Demon Sect, then what’s the point of you being alive?”

Zeng Fanqing’s face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression as he charged towards An Jing, a low growl emanating from his throat.

“Hm!?”

An Jing’s hand wielding the Evil Suppressing Sword swung fiercely, sending a cold streak of sword light surging forward.

“Boom!!!”

The charging Zeng Fanqing was instantly split in two, but as his body divided, a terrifying burst of thunderous power erupted from within, raising a mushroom cloud several dozen yards wide. A frightening blast wave emanated from its center, spreading outwards.

Several Jianghu masters nearby were reduced to a bloody mist and even Ecstasy Child was left disheveled, evidently suffering some internal injuries.

If not for An Jing’s quick reaction, even he might have been slightly affected.

“Black Gold Thunder Pill?”

Luo Chongyang recognized the lightning power at a glance.

Ouyang Ping felt a chill in his heart, “Could it be him!?”

The Black Gold Thunder Pill was originally concocted by Yuan Feng. Others might not know, but Ouyang Ping was well aware that it was the work of Yuan Feng, the Second Elder of the Sealing Demon Platform.

A single Black Gold Thunder Pill could injure even a One Qi Grandmaster if not careful; with enough quantity, it could even severely injure a Second Qi or even a Third Qi Grandmaster.

These were laboriously studied and crafted by Yuan Feng after gathering malevolent energy and thunder essence, using a special method; a year’s toil could yield only four or five pills.

But at this moment, Ouyang Ping could hardly believe that Yuan Feng would dare to commit such a heinous act.

Madman!

An Jing’s expression darkened as he watched the still-sparking thunder power in front of him.

“Someone is causing trouble.”

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei’s eyebrows furrowed, “Husband…”

Before Zhao Qingmei could finish transmitting her message, several people had already rushed out from the crowd.

“Retreat quickly!”

Feng Lingyue yelled to several masters of the Five Poison Sect.

In the next moment, those carrying the Black Gold Thunder Pills charged towards Zhao Qingmei.

“Sect Hierarch, be careful!”

The experts of the Demon Sect shouted loudly, gathering toward Zhao Qingmei.

“Uncle Master, there is a master nearby.”

An Jing transmitted his voice to Luo Chongyang while waving the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand.

“Hiss!” “Hiss!”

Several streaks of sword light shot forth, and a startling roaring sound emerged in front of them.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Zhao Qingmei set up a huge Light Shield, blocking the surging tide of Force Qi coming from the front.

The scene immediately became chaotic, especially after many from the Jianghu and the Demon Sect were severely injured by the Black Gold Thunder Pills, causing a complete mess.

The Black Gold Thunder Pills were extremely difficult to refine and already possessed tremendous power; their sudden explosion among the crowd was startlingly powerful.

Many masters were overwhelmed, their faces turning pale.

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

Just then, a figure charged toward them.

“A master!”

An Jing felt a chill in his heart, and he pointed his Evil Suppressing Sword straight ahead.

“Ding!”

The sword seemed blocked by some Force Qi, becoming very heavy to swing, and then a terrifying force was transmitted from it.

An Jing took several steps back.

At the same time, several figures emerged among the Great Yan Martial World’s experts, plunging into the chaos to fight.

The originally calm scene became chaotic once again.

This scene surpassed everyone’s expectations, including Feng Lingyue’s.

An Jing looked at the figure in front of him and coldly said, “Who are you?”

The person in front was a master, with a cultivation level at least at the Second Qi Grandmaster.

“Ghost Swordsman, this has nothing to do with you, step aside.”

After saying that, the person didn’t intend to speak further. With a flash in his hand, a Black Gold Thunder Pill the size of a thumb appeared between his fingers.

“Whiz!”

The Black Gold Thunder Pill flew at a high speed and arrived in front of An Jing in the blink of an eye.

“Boom!”

An Jing hastily circulated his True Qi, and the Black Gold Thunder Pill completely exploded, creating a huge impact that forced him to step back twice.

“Yuan Feng, he is Yuan Feng, the Second Elder of the Sealing Demon Platform. It was him who, along with Jiang Shang, drove me toward the Sealing Demon Well back then,”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes chilled, and she drew out her Mandarin Duck Blade.

“Leave it to me,”

An Jing transmitted to Zhao Qingmei.

“Okay, remember to keep the Heavenly Flipping Seal in front of your chest.”

Zhao Qingmei looked at the man always shielding her, feeling warmth in her heart.

Having such a man in front of her seemed quite nice.

The aura of the Heavenly Flipping Seal had been shielded before, so Zhao Qingmei hadn’t sensed it, but now that An Jing had unblocked it, she also sensed the existence of the Heavenly Flipping Seal.

Ouyang Ping also rushed over and angrily denounced, “Yuan Feng, have you truly gone mad?”

“Roar!”

The black flood dragon circled high in the sky and emitted a low roar.

Yuan Feng’s voice was somewhat deep, “Ghost Swordsman, what is the meaning of this?”

He had never expected that the Ghost Swordsman, who had previously declared to flatten the Demon Sect, would now be stopping him.

“To kill you.”

An Jing, upon hearing this, wielded his Evil Suppressing Sword.

“Since you seek death, do not blame me for being unkind.”

Yuan Feng’s heart surged with rage; he knew the Ghost Swordsman and Zhao Qingmei had already fiercely fought, and their True Qi was likely not full. Moreover, with an ample supply of Black Gold Thunder Pills on him, he was not afraid of the Ghost Swordsman before him.

And naturally, there were others around who could deal with the rest of the experts.

Yuan Feng’s eyes tightly focused on An Jing, his gaze sharp as a knife, emitting a fierce and deadly aura from within.

Whoosh!

A startling deadly aura suddenly burst forth from the arena; Yuan Feng’s figure instantly turned into an afterimage, thrusting furiously at An Jing’s throat with his forefinger.

As Yuan Feng made his move, An Jing’s eyes also hardened, placing the Evil Suppressing Sword in front of himself.

“Clang!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword and Yuan Feng’s forefinger collided in the next instant, sending a fierce wind sweeping through.

An Jing’s “Nameless Heart Scripture” circulated to resist the invading Force Qi.

The next moment, his eyes turned cold, his finger transforming into a red flame, pointing directly at Yuan Feng before him.

Bang!

The force from An Jing’s finger was terrifying, even somewhat appalling.

Wherever it passed, the air burst into deafening roars.

Yuan Feng, with his forefinger resisting the Evil Suppressing Sword, twisted his other hand into a palm; a burst of black light furiously exploded from his arm, promptly unleashing a palm strike.

Hiss!

Yuan Feng’s palm did not carry a massive momentum, but the palm wind was filled with an overwhelming killing intent, chillingly substantial, engulfing everything in its path.

Bang!

The black palm force heavily collided with the red finger light, with red and black light sweeping out simultaneously.

Boom boom boom!

The ground where the two stood directly shattered, enormous cracks spreading crazily from beneath their feet like a spider web.

In the midst of their fierce battle, a red light fell from afar.

That person in white robes, exuding a majestic and overpowering aura.

Duanmu Xinghua, Ouyang Ping and others’ faces turned very ugly; after successive fierce battles, although they still had True Qi left, it was almost depleted, and the newcomer’s cultivation was above them, making resistance extremely difficult.

Universal Literary Vajra, Su Lian, Su Yue, and others stood far away; having achieved their goals, they naturally would not defend against the sudden emergence of powerful foes for the Demon Sect.

As the Qi mechanism dissipated, Duanmu Xinghua, when he saw clearly who was coming, his pupils immediately shrunk: “Qiu Fengsheng!?”

“Qiu Fengsheng, such a familiar name,”

Yi Daoyun murmured softly.

“He is the Mansion Master of Soul Seeker Mansion.”

Ouyang Ping said in a deep voice, “It seems Yuan Feng indeed colluded with Houjin, otherwise, how could he dare come here alone?”

As Ouyang Ping’s words fell, all the Demon Sect masters present changed their expressions.

This name, Soul Seeker Mansion, who among them hadn’t heard? It was essentially Houjin’s ‘Xuanyi Guard’. The difference was that Great Yan Xuanyi Guard dealt with Great Yan Martial World experts, while Houjin’s Soul Seeker Mansion ostensibly managed the Houjin Martial World, but secretly dealt with Martial World experts from other nations.

The strength of someone who could become the Mansion Master of Soul Seeker Mansion was certainly extraordinary!

“Today, this place is indeed lively.”

Qiu Fengsheng looked around, shaking his head and chuckling, “And absurd.”

“Everyone thought that if they came today, they would simply pick up a bargain, destroy the Demon Sect, and kill the Ghost Swordsman, but no one expected the two sides to suddenly cease fighting, which was a complete surprise to everyone.”

Qiu Fengsheng’s eyes swept over, and he immediately spotted Ouyang Ping along with Duanmu Xinghua and the others, his eyes filled with a sense of amusement.

“We can only ask the Great Elder to come out now…..”

Ouyang Ping felt a sinking feeling in his heart, just as he was about to send a message to Duanmu Xinghua to start a fire, a Daoist walked out slowly at that moment.”

“It’s absurd, this world is inherently absurd.”

This man was Luo Chongyang, who had not made a move from the beginning to the end.”

At this moment, he had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, standing calmly between heaven and earth.”

Upon closer inspection, his aura was not as astounding as Qiu Fengsheng’s, but he was in harmony with heaven and earth, not at all inferior to Qiu Fengsheng.”

Qiu Fengsheng looked at the Daoist in front of him and said in a deep voice, “Taoist Luo, you and Soul Seeker Mansion have always kept to our own paths.”

He was very clear in his mind that all the people present together were not as formidable as this Taoist before him.”

Back then, on Zhenyi Mountain, he had fought against Ye Ding and Yu Ying together and had left nonchalantly afterward. Such a reputation was truly astonishing; even if Zhenyi Sect wanted to suppress this scandal, there are no walls in the world that don’t leak, and eventually, someone would know the messy details.”

Luo Chongyang laughed and said, “I have never troubled myself with river water.”

“That’s good.”

Qiu Fengsheng squinted his eyes into slits, exhaling softly.”

“But that person is my disciple’s nephew; he calls me ‘Uncle Master.’ If he were to die, I’m afraid no one would be willing to call me ‘Uncle Master’ again.”

Luo Chongyang looked at the Ghost Swordsman, who was confronting Yuan Feng in the distance.”

The Fire Bodhi from the Beili Volcano had always been etched in his memory.”

Similarly, he admired his disciple’s nephew for his way of following his heart and desires.”

With only thirty thousand days in a human life, one should live as they please, entirely at their whim.”

And Luo Chongyang was someone who feared neither heaven nor earth.”

Qiu Fengsheng looked towards the distant battle, his expression suddenly becoming stern, “If the Ghost Swordsman wins, I won’t intervene; if the Ghost Swordsman loses, you won’t intervene, how about that?”

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly, “That’s acceptable.”

Qiu Fengsheng took a deep breath, watching the intense battle before him.”

Ouyang Ping, seeing this, exclaimed, “This Taoist Luo Chongyang is indeed formidable.”

A true master doesn’t need ace up their sleeves because you can’t see a master’s hidden card, and a master doesn’t need to use one.”

Luo Chongyang with just a few words had stopped Mansion Master Qiu Fengsheng, which was indicative of the strength of Luo Chongyang.”

Following Qiu Fengsheng’s gesture, many of the experts from Soul Seeker Mansion also ceased fighting.”

“Roar!”

The Black Flood Dragon glanced at Qiu Fengsheng, gave a low roar, and coiled above Zhao Qingmei.”

An Jing’s gaze flickered towards Feng Lingyue; he knew that if he let the Black Flood Dragon attack, this old timer might intercept it immediately.”

He had done this more than once or twice.”

“Then today, you can only die by my sword.”

An Jing’s eyes were ice-cold, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and in the next moment, his sword radiance burst forth, whistling out again, bringing a series of afterimages and shrill sonic booms, as fast as lightning, enveloping Yuan Feng.”

The terrifying sword radiance filled with aggressive force grew rapidly in Yuan Feng’s pupils. An Jing’s torrential offense also brought a fierce look to Yuan Feng’s eyes; he clenched his right fist, and then suddenly struck out.”

Shua shua shua!

Sword radiance and fist force collided, covering the sky and the earth, creating a commotion that undoubtedly shook the heavens, as if trembling violently at this very moment.”

Countless pairs of eyes, laden with sheer astonishment, looked toward the dust-filled battleground. A breeze came, scattering the dust, followed by the rapid sound of cutting wind.”

Suddenly, a cold gleam shot through An Jing’s eyes, and the Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into an overwhelming giant sword.”

Whoosh!

The giant sword slashed through the void, striking hard at Yuan Feng.

Yuan Feng was clearly aware of the power of the Evil Suppressing Sword, as he collected his True Qi at his index finger and pointed it towards the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Clang!

The moment the fingertip collided with the sword tip, a violent, ear-piercing sound of metal striking metal echoed through heaven and earth.

“Hiss!”

An Jing sidestepped swiftly, his eyes filled with an extremely sharp light. The Evil Suppressing Sword once again burst forth, whooshing directly towards Yuan Feng’s throat.

“Hmph!”

An Jing’s relentless assault made Yuan Feng snort coldly. He quickly curled his fingers into a point, which met the piercing sword radiance. His fingers, wrapped in a red Forc Qi, clashed against the fierce Sword Radiance.

The two exchanged dozens of moves, with neither appearing to gain the upper hand.

Boom, boom!

After clashing in one move, Yuan Feng did not retreat but instead forcibly closed the gap to An Jing. He threw his fists out, tearing through the air with a forceful and domineering barrage of punches, enveloping An Jing like a torrential rain.

Clang, clang, clang!

Loud sounds of metal clashing continuously echoed in the arena. The two figures mingled in the fray, and the ferocious gales they generated were heart-stopping.

Clang!

Following another fierce collision, both An Jing and Yuan Feng stepped back several steps, their feet landing so heavily that the ground immediately shattered into powder.

Whoosh!

No sooner had Yuan Feng steadied himself than he leapt forward again, a robust wave of True Qi suddenly sweeping out from his hands.

The roaring grey light seemed to penetrate the surrounding air, ferociously bombarding towards An Jing, the energy on that whip of air filled with a terrifying force.

With a raise of the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand, An Jing instantly unleashed a thunderous sound from it.

Four Symbols Sword Technique! Move like thunder!

The Sword Light surged forward, as if thunder were rumbling forth.

Bang!

The instant the Qi Forces collided, they turned into a rolling tide, their overwhelming power turning the surrounding stones into powder.

Yuan Feng stretched out his hand, blocking the surging tide of Qi Force before him.

But the next instant, his expression suddenly changed, as his heart began to beat erratically.

Just then, a cold light struck.

“Puchi!”

Because of his heart’s violent pulsing, Yuan Feng’s reaction was a fraction slow, and he was directly slashed across the arm by a sword.

“What’s going on?”

Feng Lingyue frowned deeply.

Yuan Feng had just fought the Ghost Swordsman without falling behind. How could he be stabbed so quickly?

It wasn’t just Feng Lingyue; all the experts present wore expressions of disbelief.

The battle, which had been evenly matched moments ago, had suddenly turned one-sided in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Fengsheng’s eyebrows lifted as he thought to himself, “The battle is decided.”

He glanced at the Black Flood Dragon above, then at Luo Chongyang, and took a deep breath, fearing that the plan to deal with the Demon Sect was about to fall through.

“Heartbeats, huh?”

Luo Chongyang’s eyes were slightly closed, as if he was listening to Yuan Feng’s heartbeat.

“Not good!”

The more Yuan Feng tried to suppress his heartbeat, the faster it thumped, as if it would leap out of his throat.

“Since Jiang Shang is not here, I’ll take your head first as a sacrifice to the heavens.”

An Jing’s gaze was icy cold as he slapped the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand.

“Whoosh!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into a streak of cold light, rushing forward. The sword Qi scattered the air on both sides, creating wave after wave of air currents.

“It’s over, let’s go,”

Qiu Fengsheng saw this and immediately knew the outcome of the battle, speaking to the Soul Seeker Mansion experts around him.

Instantly, Qiu Fengsheng performed the Shrinking Land into Inches technique and disappeared from the spot, with many experts from the Soul Seeker Mansion following him.

No one paid any attention to Yuan Feng.

Luo Chongyang smiled, “They left quite quickly.”

“Qiu Fengsheng left?”

Yuan Feng also sensed Qiu Fengsheng’s departure, furious in his heart. He hadn’t expected Qiu Fengsheng to come here and leave without lifting a finger, turning himself into an expendable piece to be manipulated.

“Puff!”

This sword directly pierced through Yuan Feng’s chest, and blood drenched his clothes.

Ouyang Ping saw this and couldn’t help but look up to the sky and say, “Yuan Feng, if you confess now, though your cultivation is destroyed, you can still preserve your life.”

The two had been close for decades; it was impossible to say there were no feelings involved.

“I am ninety-three this year, already not having many good years left. Isn’t destroying my cultivation almost the same as killing me?”

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Yuan Feng’s eyes, “My plan failed, let it be Heaven’s will.”

If it weren’t for the Ghost Swordsman’s sudden betrayal and even helping Zhao Qingmei, he would have surely captured her today and forced her to reveal the Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.

“You dare to speak of Heaven’s will?”

An Jing sneered, lifting the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand.

Whoosh!

The Sword Light surged majestically forward, piercing through the darkness like a burst of light.

Sword Control Technique!

Yuan Feng’s pupils reflected that cold and fierce Sword Light, with a hint of madness. The next moment, he stretched out his hand, and several black Gold Thunder Pills appeared.

“Hmm!?”

Luo Chongyang was the first to react, but it was already too late to stop it.

Yuan Feng came prepared this time, bringing all the remaining Black Gold Thunder Pills with him. With his life hanging by a thread, he naturally held nothing back.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The several Black Gold Thunder Pills flew toward An Jing, and just when Yuan Feng threw the Black Gold Thunder Pills, the Evil Suppressing Sword had already reached him, directly piercing his throat.

Afterwards, the sword’s blade stuck in the giant rock behind him, trembling slightly.

Almost the next moment, the Black Gold Thunder Pills were also next to An Jing.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The explosions of the several Black Gold Thunder Pills were tremendously terrifying, instantly causing a thunderous roar, and the earth felt like it had experienced a fierce quake.

“Not good!”

Ouyang Ping’s brow furrowed, his face slightly changed.

“Bad!”

Su Lian and Su Yue’s pupils widened, both in a state of shock.

The earth-shattering tremors caused everyone around to stagger, nearly falling to the ground.

Just then, a figure leaped out from the midst of the explosion’s smoke and dust, moving rapidly beyond detection.

“Nice white butt,”

Luo Chongyang opened his eyes wide and murmured, “My nephew has kept himself in rather good shape.”

Apart from Luo Chongyang, Zhao Qingmei also blinked and looked toward the swiftly fleeing figure. If not for the Heavenly Flipping Seal’s bloodline connecting her, she wouldn’t have sensed that departing figure at all.

Everyone was staring at the center of the explosion, no one noticed that the Black Jiao had also transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.

The smoke and dust scattered, finally gradually dissipating after a long while.

The world was silent.

A crater about ten meters deep appeared ahead, beyond that, nothing else.

“The Ghost Swordsman, could he have been blasted into dust?”

“Where is he? Where is the Ghost Swordsman?”

…….

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the crater, all feeling a massive shock.

The Ghost Swordsman had disappeared, could he have been killed in the blast!?

Su Yue’s pretty face turned pale, “Such a powerful impact, even a Grandmaster in the Golden Bone Realm would undoubtedly die.”

Who could have imagined that Yuan Feng would be able to produce several Black Gold Thunder Pills at the last moment, whose terrifying power was comparable to a full blow from a Second Qi Grandmaster.

After all, a Grandmaster is also human, only a Great Grandmaster is called a Demi Immortal.

“Amitabha,”

Universal Literary Vajra’s brow was tightly locked, he then sighed.

The Ghost Swordsman certainly had impressive strength, but under such powerful impact, even he, a Body Refining Second Qi Grandmaster, feared he would perish in both body and Dao, let alone a One Qi Grandmaster like the Ghost Swordsman.

Dai Danshu said solemnly, “The Ghost Swordsman is gone; he doesn’t need to retire from Jianghu anymore.”

“Let’s leave quickly,”

Feng Lingyue was slightly taken aback, then came to her senses.

She didn’t care about the life or death of the Ghost Swordsman at all. Once the Demon Sect experts came to their senses, they wouldn’t be able to leave.

Dai Danshu also was startled and then hurriedly followed Feng Lingyue.

With Feng Lingyue and many other experts leaving, other Jianghu experts also dared not stay.

As for the previously mentioned Jianghu righteousness, it all disappeared.

“The Ghost Swordsman, just like that, died?”

Duanmu Xinghua also found it hard to believe that the Ghost Swordsman, who had stormed into the Demon Sect’s Dongluo Pass, had actually died in combat for their sect, his soul ascending to the afterlife?

If it wasn’t for seeing it with one’s own eyes, anyone hearing it would find it preposterous and hard to believe.

“He died a truly miserable death.”

Lin Tianhai’s expression was complex, suddenly feeling a sense of sympathy for the Ghost Swordsman.

I am such a person, who needs no explanation to anyone.

In the midst of swords and blades, watch the colors of the world change; follow your heart’s joy.

How many in this world could be as carefree as him?

Certainly, Lin Tianhai knew he couldn’t.

“He’s dead, let him be,”

Zhao Qingmei gestured dismissively, “Keep that Ghost Swordsman’s Evil Suppressing Sword; I want to keep it as a memento.”

“Yes,”

Lin Tianhai nodded heavily.

Only Tan Yun, hiding in the distance, harbored a hint of sorrow in her heart, her eyes wide in shock.

Could he also be dead!?