A chicken strolled at leisure; a ghost trembled in fear.
White-Faced Ghost had been beaten senseless by a chicken. Clutching the half of its head that remained, it kept backing away.
"How could this be..."
It still refused to believe it.
Because it was not merely Spacetime Leap and the Three Thousand Sword Daos.
Throughout the battle, it had countered every move and experienced Black Chicken's Mo Sword Technique, Nine Sword Techniques, Hidden Sword Art, Heart Sword Technique, and other First Realm techniques.
Every one of them had been honed to perfection, fused into unadorned slashes. Unless one had personally fought it, even a sword Dao grandmaster would be unable to discern them.
In the final decapitation move, Black Chicken had switched to a Ghost Sword Technique and carved away a huge portion of its soul body.
"Who transformed you?"
White-Faced Ghost demanded sharply. Retreat had already begun to stir in its heart; it could not believe this was merely a chicken.
It should never, ever have uttered such arrogant words and provoked this carriage. As expected, a ghost's instincts were accurate—these people were not to be trifled with.
"Cluck... cluck..."
Black Chicken did not answer in human speech, only letting out low clucks.
It held its sword in its beak, body turned sideways as it strolled along at an unhurried pace, radiating immense pressure—especially from those eyes, gleaming with frigid light.
When it stared at a ghost, the ghost's body turned cold.
When it stared at a person, everyone was startled.
"What a powerful chicken!"
"This swordsmanship... no, just look at its footwork. This chicken is terrifyingly strong!"
"Who exactly is riding in that carriage? How could they possess such a formidable Sword-Bearing Chicken—a sacred chicken?"
"I really want to raise one..."
"Matchmaker, you're alive!"
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