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Without a word, Wang San directly took action. He thought to himself that he had encountered geomancers before; they were just thin-skinned dumplings. As long as he got close enough, the geomancer would be a fool. However, he needed the geomancer's talisman, which was hard-earned experience gained through bloody sacrifices on his path to reaching Demon General Level.
Wang San's ability to kill so many people was not due to being an inexperienced ghost; he was a true old ghost who had died decades ago. At that time, there were even more geomancers than there were now, so Wang San had several lives of geomancers hanging in his hands. This was also the reason why he caught Yin Si's attention.
"Hmph, choosing to get this close is the worst decision you could make!" With a swing of the Ghost Head Blade in his hand, the ghostly figure flashed, and he was already beside Xiao Yefeng. The Ghost Head Blade cut horizontally towards Xiao Yefeng's head like a soul-snatching blade, with a red glow flickering on the blade, indicating that this strike would definitely sever the soul.
"Heh heh, whose fault is that?" As Xiao Yefeng summoned Kitagawa's Shikigami from the Spirit Platform, a Japanese Samurai Sword appeared in his hand, and the blade shimmered with golden cyan inspiration.
Soon, their blades clashed together, and the two formless blades produced a sound akin to metal colliding. In an instant, there was a loud "Clang!"
Both Wang San and Xiao Yefeng were sent flying by the immense force from their weapons. They executed backflips in mid-air and landed on the ground. Xiao Yefeng staggered back two steps while Wang San, being a ghost, did not need to retreat but still slid back two steps before stabilizing himself.
Xiao Yefeng and Wang San had exchanged blows evenly; for a moment, both were shocked. Xiao Yefeng realized the gap between him and Wang San. He was at Peak of Bright Strength but suffered from the internal power of their weapons. Additionally, Wang San had infused eerie energy into Xiao Yefeng's body through their weapon clash.
However, with Heart Decision protecting his heart veins and the Bagua Mirror expelling eerie energy, Xiao Yefeng did not need to fear the eerie energy left in his body after their exchange. Yet he understood that this did not mean Wang San would understand it too!
"You—how can you have such a strong physique as a geomancer? Your strength is clearly inferior to mine!" Wang San looked at the notch on his Ghost Head Blade and said. Indeed, despite appearing evenly matched in their clash, Wang San had suffered a hidden loss; for some reason, the eerie energy on his Ghost Head Blade did not withstand that strange golden cyan light.
"If you want to know, just go ask Yin Si!" Xiao Yefeng replied with a cold laugh. Then he swung his Shikigami blade and transformed into a shadow rushing toward Wang San.
In this round of confrontation, both sides held back their full strength. The continuous sounds of clashing weapons echoed as they fought fiercely. However, fighting it out was not a solution. At that moment, Wang San feigned an opening to lure Xiao Yefeng into swinging empty-handed. Just then, the Ghost Head Blade in Wang San's right hand vanished into thin air and reappeared in his left hand as he swung it toward Xiao Yefeng.
Like Wang San, Xiao Yefeng also deliberately swung empty-handed before drawing symbols in mid-air. A large character for "break" was imprinted on Wang San's back first. However, as Wang San's blade came at him unexpectedly and Xiao Yefeng could not withdraw his hand in time to defend himself, he could only retract his Shikigami Blade and use it as a shield against his waist.
"Ah!"
"Clang!"
Both were hit simultaneously; however, compared to Wang San's situation, Xiao Yefeng relied on his quick reflexes to gain the upper hand. After their moves crossed paths, Xiao Yefeng found himself in control while the break talisman entered Wang San's ghostly body with a tremor that made him feel three parts weaker instantly. At that moment, however, Wang San's ghostly eyes turned red as he quietly split off a ghostly shadow clone behind Xiao Yefeng’s blind spot.
At this moment, Wang San was no longer thinking about anything else. It was clear that it was either him or his opponent who would perish. He raised the Ghost Head Blade and feigned an attack.
Seeing Wang San charging in, Xiao Yefeng naturally could not let his guard down. He summoned the Shikigami Blade to block in front of him. However, at that moment, he heard Wang San say, "You fell for it!"
Indeed, Xiao Yefeng suddenly felt a chill behind him, clearly indicating that a ghost was attacking. With no other choice, he had to suppress his emotions and used his right hand to block Wang San's attack while his left hand formed a seal and shouted, "Pardon!"
A Golden Protective Shield surged forth, transforming into a wall that slammed into the ghostly figure behind him. This Pardon was pure Taoist Magic, a manifestation of genuine Taoist Vital Energy forming a protective shield to guard himself and buy some time in the midst of the battle.
The golden Vital Energy shield appeared small, only palm-sized, yet it collapsed upon the incoming ghost like a city wall, firmly pinning it down. Seizing the opportunity while Wang San was distracted, Xiao Yefeng conjured a short knife with his left hand using the Shikigami Blade. A flash of Golden Cyan Light glimmered on the blade as he swiftly slashed at Wang San's Ghost Body.
Ghosts were like this; as long as you could strike them, their heads and tails were the same. After all, ghosts were composed of Eerie Energy. One after another, they were struck by Xiao Yefeng's attacks. Wang San had lost his rationality and finally stopped suppressing his own power. Originally, he feared that his Eerie Energy would attract Yin Chai and the eight Ghost Generals among whom was the Night Wanderer. However, at this moment, Wang San realized that if he didn't act now, he would be killed here. Faced with the risk of failure or taking a chance, he chose the latter.
With a loud crack, Wang San instantly crushed two souls—those of Uchi and Sun Wulang. In an instant, he released his own seal and unleashed a surge of Eerie Energy that sent Xiao Yefeng flying. Thanks to the Shikigami Blade's connection, Xiao Yefeng barely managed to steady himself.
At this point, Xiao Yefeng understood what kind of Demon General he was dealing with. No wonder he had thought earlier that Wang San was merely superficial; it turned out that this Demon General had been suppressing part of his power.
Before Xiao Yefeng could fully process this revelation, Wang San had already moved again. The Ghost Head Blade had vanished, replaced by ten slender Ghost Claws. Although Xiao Yefeng's mind hadn't caught up yet, years of honed instincts and combat awareness kicked in. Without conscious command from his mind, he suddenly conjured a Golden Cyan Qi Group to block Wang San's sudden claw strike.
Wang San sought to quickly eliminate Xiao Yefeng without hesitation. With a deep howl echoing like a ghostly wail, he pressed against Xiao Yefeng with ten Ghost Claws swirling like a whirlwind aimed at him. The battle dynamics shifted dramatically; now it was Xiao Yefeng who had to defend against Wang San's relentless assault as Eerie Energy and Qi tore through the surrounding vegetation.
"Damn it!" Wang San suddenly cursed. Then the light on his ten Ghost Claws flickered ominously as blood-red energy expanded outward by an inch. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng realized that his Shikigami Blade was on the verge of collapse; cracks spread across its eerie surface as it struggled against Wang San's full-force attack.
With a snap! The blade shattered completely under the pressure of Wang San's Ghost Claws. The broken Shikigami instantly vanished and returned to Xiao Yefeng's Spirit Platform. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Xiao Yefeng muttered under his breath, "Damn! These Demons are utterly useless."
However much he cursed, with the blade gone, Xiao Yefeng had no choice but to evade. But at this point, Wang San was unstoppable; his ten claws acted like industrial shredders capable of slicing through anything in their path.
Just as Xiao Yefeng prepared to unleash his Thunder Law technique, the Black Gold Spirit Banner from his backpack suddenly rose up and hovered above him. A flash of light emanated from the Black Gold Spirit Banner as Wang San recoiled in horror upon seeing it; with a mournful wail, he was swept away by the wave of energy emitted from the banner.
"Big Brother! I'm here!" At that moment, Zitong emerged from within the Soul Banner. Although he still appeared as a five-year-old child, he wielded a Bright Silver Spear designed for his height—only one meter long—but the spearhead carried an unusual wind imbued with tearing Eerie Energy.
“Zitong, you’re awake?” Xiao Yefeng looked at Zitong, who had been sleeping soundly just moments ago. This state left Xiao Yefeng in disbelief; just last night, Zitong had been muddled, unable to harness the powerful Eerie Energy within. How was it that after drinking too much this time, everything suddenly clicked?
“Big brother, that wine awakened some of my past memories and helped me retrieve them!” At that moment, Xiao Yefeng noticed Zitong's gaze fixated on the Bright Silver Spear in his hand. The look in Zitong's eyes was akin to that of a lover gazing at their beloved. This surprised Xiao Yefeng; what kind of wine was this that it could cause such a transformation? Waking up to find oneself grown up was one thing, but this interest seemed rather extreme!
“Who are you, ghost?” At that moment, Wang San flew in from a distance, pointing at Zitong with his right hand.
“Although my memories are incomplete, I remember that everyone who has spoken to me like this is already dead!” After reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the spear, Zitong swept his eyes over Wang San.
Wang San felt as if he had encountered the King of Transcendence himself; fear gripped him. However, he had already summoned all his power. He could no longer vent his anger without killing Xiao Yefeng. Thus, rage filled Wang San’s eyes as he cast aside his fear.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng said, “Zitong! This enemy is mine; can we go into the Soul Banner?”
“Sure!” Zitong instantly transformed from his earlier imposing demeanor back into a childlike figure, bouncing joyfully with the spear as he ran into the Soul Banner, even sticking out his tongue at Wang San.
Seeing Zitong disappear, a smirk crept onto Wang San's lips. “Ha! So arrogant, but there will be a price to pay!”
With that, Wang San waved his hands, and ten fingers morphed into ten Ghost Head Blades that sliced through the air toward Xiao Yefeng with a menacing aura. The ground around them cracked under the pressure of the blade energy. At this moment, Wang San truly embodied the Demon General; whether it was his hair or Eerie Energy swirling around him, there was no wind yet chaos reigned as ghostly shadows surged like a lion's mane. With two blood-red eyes fixed on Xiao Yefeng, Wang San shouted madly, “Your soul will surely allow me to advance further!”
Unrestrained and fierce, the Eerie Energy obscured the sun. In this area, there was no moonlight or starlight—only endless Eerie Energy and swirling blade energy.
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