Chapter 689: The Heavenly Monarch's Wrath (cont.)

He vaguely realized that his only chance of victory was to cut this umbilical cord short.

Just as he had thought, the umbilical cord connected the evil ghost and the head of the curse sect. If it were severed, the evil ghost would lose its source of power and quickly wither away and die. The head of the curse sect would also suffer a severe blow.

As Dragon Snake Daoist dodged the evil ghost's attacks, his figure flashed toward the long umbilical cord.

But just as the ancient sword in his hand was about to slash down, accompanied by the sound of something piercing flesh, an evil ghost's arm punched through his abdomen.

"Hahaha, did you think I wasn't prepared for you? You fool," the head of the curse sect sneered.

Dragon Snake Daoist had just opened his mouth when the evil ghost suddenly tore his body in half.

It had happened too quickly. The old Daoists around them had been completely unable to stop it. At that moment, they cried out in grief and anger.

"Why did you kill him? We never intended to kill anyone!"

"Didn't you say this was only a contest?"

Yet facing their grief and anger, Basong, the leader of the curse sect, merely sneered. "He died because he was inferior. If you want revenge, then avenge him. We absolutely won't interfere."

"That's right. The weak have no right to live."

At this, a Daoist immediately stepped forward. "I'll go. I'll avenge Dragon Snake."

"Go, then." Daoist Fenglong sighed. His disciple's death had left him devastated, but as the host of this contest, he could not show it.

This Daoist was named Longhu, and his temperament was as fiery as a blazing flame. When he stepped onto the stage, he shouted, "Prepare to die!"

Then