Humanoid Great Demon--Fan Wu of Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery!

Fan Wu felt considerable resistance with this sword strike.

The sharp blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword clashed fiercely with the claw blade on one of the Stitched Ghoul's arms, sending sparks flying.

A hint of smugness appeared on the Stitched Ghoul's contradictory, yin-yang ghost face.

It was because its other three arms were not blocked!

Fifteen claw blades, shrouded in death qi, swung towards Fan Wu's position!

"Crack..."

But suddenly, there was a sound like something breaking.

Fine cracks spread across the ghost claw blade that was engaged with the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The cracks multiplied rapidly in an instant.

And grew larger!

Until—

The claw blade shattered!

The muscles in Fan Wu's arms, gripping the Demon-Slaying Sword, bulged. Empowered by tremendous force, he had managed to cleave through all five claw blades on one of the Stitched Ghoul's arms!

The Demon-Slaying Sword's momentum did not wane. In less than a blink of an eye, it landed on another of the Stitched Ghoul's arms.

This time, it struck not a hardened claw blade.

But the arm itself!

This sword strike...

Met no resistance whatsoever!

Swish—

Two of the Stitched Ghoul's arms flew upwards uncontrollably. The smugness on its yin-yang ghost face froze.

The divine power emanating from the Demon-Slaying Sword's blade was an unbearable poison to the Stitched Ghoul!

It could clearly feel an agony that pierced to the deepest core of its soul...

A torment it could not endure at its current stage!

Even its last arm, which had been attacking Fan Wu, involuntarily shifted to the side.

The sharp, black claw blade grazed Fan Wu's cheek.

Fan Wu felt as if someone had lightly brushed his face with a few pieces of ice.

And then...

There was no other sensation.

No pain.

No itchiness.

No injury at all.

"Screeeeeeeech!!!!"

With both arms severed by the Demon-Slaying Sword, the Stitched Ghoul could no longer bear the pain that seared its soul.

The sound, like the wails of two vengeful spirits, echoed through the alley.

"Tear... tear him apart!!!"

Amidst the Stitched Ghoul's screams, this fragmented command could be heard.

The evil ghosts lining the alley walls surged towards Fan Wu like a tide, without hesitation.

Seeing this.

Shen Jiyue, not far away, inwardly cursed "This is bad" and immediately said to Xie Jiuyi beside her, "That ghoul wants to command the other ghosts to surround Daoist Master Fan. We'll block the other evil ghosts to buy Daoist Master Fan some ti—"

Before Shen Jiyue could finish the word "time," she witnessed a scene she would never forget.

On Fan Wu's side, a large, fan-like hand had, at some point, grasped the wrist of one of the Stitched Ghoul's arms.

He dragged the Stitched Ghoul as if it were a dead pig.

Then, he stomped forward.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

Power generated from the ground!

Twisting his waist and hips!

The enormous Stitched Ghoul was lifted from the ground like a tattered sack, pulled up by Fan Wu's single hand. The ghoul's feet were forced off the ground, leaving it suspended in the air.

Its yin-yang ghost face was contorted in pain, a hint of panic, and a trace of confusion and disbelief.

It couldn't fathom how such a powerful Daoist could exist in a place like Baihe County.

Moreover, it couldn't sense any magical power fluctuations from this Daoist at all!

It was completely different from the cultivators it had devoured before!

As soon as the Stitched Ghoul's thought reached this point...

It felt as if it had been flung away.

Its ghost body, as stout as a wine barrel, became like a terrifying, giant rolling stone, smashing directly into a swarm of rushing evil ghosts.

Several evil ghosts were immediately sent flying.

Many more were crushed beneath the Stitched Ghoul, unable to get back up.

Fan Wu held the Demon-Slaying Sword in one hand.

He turned to face the other surging wave of evil ghosts, raising his hand and, with a tricky angle, pierced the bodies of two ferocious-looking evil ghosts directly with a single sword strike!

The evil ghosts' faces contorted in pain.

It was as if their bodies were being injected with molten lava. Cracks emitting a faint red glow appeared on the surface of their ghost bodies, and then they rapidly disintegrated from the inside out!

Annihilated!

He placed his other hand on the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Sword, casually spinning his body to perform a "windmill" move.

The blade, like a storm, swept all the attacking evil ghosts into it.

The evil ghosts let out pained, shrill cries.

It was like being thrown into a meat grinder.

The moment their bodies touched the blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword, they couldn't withstand the terrifying power that banished demons.

Their fate was annihilation.

There was no other option.

[You have successfully killed "Matchmaker Ghost", congratulations on obtaining 0.2 Free Attribute Points!]

[You have successfully killed "Sedan-Chair Ghost Jia", congratulations on obtaining 0.05 Free Attribute Points!]

[You have successfully killed "Sedan-Chair Ghost Ding"...]

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Under Fan Wu's hands, not a single evil ghost lasted more than a round.

Because after another point allocation, his attributes had already significantly surpassed his previous state!

[Name: Fan Wu]

[Life: 89+]

[Strength: 25+]

[Skill: Star Constellation Sword Art Lv1 (0/10)]

[Free Attribute Points: 5.2]

He had just added 5 points to his [Strength] attribute, raising it from 20 to 25.

After using 5 Free Attribute Points, he should have had 4.8 points left.

But there was nothing he could do.

Another group of evil ghosts came to offer points, increasing his Free Attribute Points to 5.2.

All one could say was...

Thank you for nature's bounty!

He left some Free Attribute Points unused out of caution.

What if he encountered an anomalous entity with strange skills? Those skills might reduce his [Life] attribute.

In such a situation, reserved Free Attribute Points could serve to save his life.

Or even to turn the tables.

"These ordinary evil ghosts are too weak." Fan Wu easily pierced the chest of the last evil ghost with a single sword strike.

From the moment the evil ghosts surged towards him like a tide under the Stitched Ghoul's command, less than ten seconds had passed.

Fan Wu had almost completely wiped them out!

The efficiency was outrageously high!

Not far away, Shen Jiyue and Xie Jiuyi, who had been preparing to help block the evil ghosts and were about to step forward, froze in their tracks.

Because they discovered... Daoist Master Fan didn't need their help.

They realized they still didn't trust this Daoist Master Fan from Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery enough.

Or rather, they had never seen such an outrageous Daoist priest!

What kind of Daoist priest engages in close-quarters combat with ghosts? And slaughters them almost completely like cutting vegetables?

Was this really a Daoist priest?

Not some fierce general from the army?

Fan Wu didn't know how much the two people from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau were overthinking things. He had already slowly turned around, his gaze unreadable, as he watched the Stitched Ghoul struggle to its feet.

The Stitched Ghoul was still emitting chilling, pained groans.

Both of its arms were gone.

A large amount of Yin energy continuously overflowed from the severed ends.

The pervasive Yin energy touched a nearby tree. The leaves on its branches were instantly covered in a layer of frost.

The emerald green leaves turned withered and yellow.

"Tsk, should I let you have your two hands back?" Fan Wu noticed the Stitched Ghoul was still glaring at him with intense hostility, its malice almost palpable.

But he didn't care at all.

His tone was more villainous than any villain's. If an uninformed person were to witness this scene...

They would likely mistake Fan Wu for the one committing evil deeds, the great demon!

A humanoid great demon!!