One Strike Annihilated a Hundred Thousand Troops

"Caw caw caw!"

With a shrill ghostly howl, black clouds churned as a phantom-like figure instantly appeared behind Qing Ming. Sharp ghost claws viciously raked toward Qing Ming's heart from behind.

He was a Great Shaman of the Fierce Ghost Tribe.

The Fierce Ghost Tribe cultivated differently from every other tribe of the Southern Wasteland human race. They... raised ghosts. Through Human-Ghost Union, they advanced to Great Shamans. They were neither fully human nor ghost, half human and half ghost.

This ghostlike surprise attack was precisely the Fierce Ghost Tribe's specialty.

This strike was as swift as lightning!

However...

A glimmer of silver suddenly lit Qing Ming's grayish-white eyes. The power of his "Double Pupils" erupted at full force. Even movements as fast as lightning appeared as slow as snails to Qing Ming.

"Clang!"

His body flashed, and the exquisite, razor-sharp sword in his hand burst forth with a cold gleam, instantly stabbing toward the Fierce Ghost Tribe Great Shaman's throat.

This sword strike came later, yet arrived first.

If the Fierce Ghost Great Shaman did not alter his move, Qing Ming's sword would pierce his throat before his claws could land.

"Kid, I am a Great Shaman of the Fierce Ghost Tribe. I am immortal!"

Half human and half ghost, the Fierce Ghost Tribe Great Shaman possessed the constitution of a yin spirit. He was already half alive and half dead. Ordinary blades and swords could not harm him in the slightest.

Thus, this Fierce Ghost Tribe Great Shaman paid no heed to Qing Ming's thrusting sword. His ghost claws continued clawing toward Qing Ming without slowing at all.

Unfortunately... he was wrong!

"Boom!"

The sword pierced his throat, and a radiance like the blazing sun erupted from its blade, brilliant and resplendent, like the sun high in the