Profound Ghost Saint Ancestor hovered above the vast sea of blood, his gaze fixed on the chaotic battlefield all around him, his expression calm.
Two top Mahayana cultivators who had once stood shoulder to shoulder and braved life and death for the Profound Ghost Hall were now crossing blades in a savage struggle. This was the Cultivation World: to raise their cultivation and strengthen their power, everyone schemed and plotted, sparing no one—not even relatives, friends, or old companions.
He had known the Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord since they were both Profound Tier cultivators. Back then, how close they had been. They had once faced life and death together, and each had fought desperately to shield the other from deadly attacks.
Yet when it came to the position of Hall Master of the Profound Ghost Hall, a rift had finally formed between them.
And now, both were using every means at their disposal, seeking to send the other to their death.
The Profound Ghost Saint Ancestor's gaze turned icy as he looked at the Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord, who was likewise locking onto him. The aura around him suddenly sharpened.
He turned his head to glance at the two Ghost Beasts and the Stone Giant puppet, then refocused his gaze on the Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord.
"Old thief, if we set aside divine abilities, do you dare fight me at close quarters using only our movement techniques?" the Profound Ghost Saint Ancestor called out, his eyes challenging.
"Hahahaha... Why would I dare not? Come on, you old fool!" The Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord laughed heartily as he trod across the sea of blood, utterly unconcerned.
He had complete confidence in himself and feared no one.
Neither of them was a pure body cultivator. In close combat, they would not simply