Horse-Face Ghost was not someone easily discouraged. Judging by the force of it, the hidden Poison King was likely stronger than he was, and with Timeliness, Earthly Advantage, and Human Harmony all on its side, it posed an even greater threat.
But he was, after all, a descendant of the Yin Mountain Lineage. He cultivated supremely profound Divine Skills and Techniques, possessed extraordinary talent, and had immensely formidable cultivation. He refused to believe he could not surpass some foul beast!
With a thought, his force of will extended outward. A long-shafted saber suddenly appeared in Horse-Face Ghost's hand. Its snow-bright blade was straight, its slim handle making it resemble a shovel, yet the sharp aura of a divine weapon and the chilling, frigid power it radiated proved beyond doubt that it was a genuine divine weapon.
Saber in hand, Horse-Face Ghost said nothing and strode forward in silence.
One step—he shrank the earth to an inch, abruptly closing the distance to Poison Mountain. Two steps—he rose into the air, seeming to ride the wind and clouds beneath his feet, drifting like an immortal.
Three steps—a colossal dharma form of Horse-Face Ghost had appeared around him, likewise three hundred feet tall. White vapor billowed from the divine weapon in its hand. Dark clouds gathered, and specks of ice crystals and snowflakes fell. Once again, he used his own strength to alter the celestial phenomena, turning the timing of heaven in his favor.
At the fourth step—or rather, the instant his curled, tensed body burst forth after the third—Horse-Face Ghost was like a taut bowstring suddenly released. The tremendous force of that instantaneous launch hummed through the air, even drawing down thunder from the nine heavens, deep peals of thunder rolling one after another.
A shrill, terrifying saber wind wailed. Snow-white saber