"Insolence!" Gui Ri roared, poised to strike.
Gui Luo raised a hand to stop him, studying Lin Sheng with interest, a mocking smile playing at his lips.
"You've condensed your blood baleful aura rather well. You've certainly made the Crimson Blood Treasure Scripture dance to your tune. No wonder He Cang died at your hands, and even two of my elders fell to you."
"A pity."
He shook his head, his tone tinged with regret, as though inspecting a defective plaything.
"A mere mid-tier cultivation method will never amount to anything, no matter how you dress it up."
"You've got some nerve, boy, daring to storm Ghost Luo Mountain."
Before his words had faded-
Boom!!
Gui Luo blurred.
His entire body became a pitch-black afterimage, moving so fast that layers of ghostly shadows trailed through the hall.
Almost instantly, he was before Lin Sheng.
One black-glowing palm curled into a claw, its nails extending over a foot. Laden with ghost power that corroded the divine soul, it raked down toward the crown of Lin Sheng's head.
"Let me see just how much you're worth."
Lin Sheng's gaze sharpened.
He raised his hand, condensing blood baleful aura into a palm to meet the attack head-on.
Clang!
A deafening crash rang out like metal striking metal.
Lin Sheng swayed slightly and retreated half a step.
Spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the black stone floor beneath his feet.
Gui Luo merely paused for an instant before pressing close again. His claws flashed, countless ghost claw phantoms descending like a sky-covering deluge. Every strike was vicious, steeped in the aura of death.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
"Not enough. Nowhere near enough!"
Mockery colored Gui Luo's voice. His ghost claws attacked ever faster, layer upon layer of yin-soul-type rules power bearing down