"With our shared heritage, Withered Bone, I don't wish to take your life. Just hand over Baili Yun, the one who dared to injure my disciple."
Myriad Ghost Ancestor hovered above the Ghost King Boat, his voice ringing across Withered Bone Peak with overwhelming force.
"Myriad Ghosts, you're going too far!" Withered Bone Ancestor's zombie-like face flushed red, then darkened. His aura surged once more. He raised both hands, and a strangely shaped beast-bone whip, several yards long, appeared in his grasp. As he lashed it out, the whip swelled dozens, even hundreds of times in length. It roamed through the air like a bone-white Flood Dragon made of skeletal bones, its presence terrifying.
The Bone Dragon swept toward the Level 9 Ghost General, who had just been preparing to close in and take advantage. Its conjured dragon head opened wide, revealing rows of menacing fangs. It clearly meant to swallow the Level 9 Ghost General whole and avenge its master.
Of course, Myriad Ghost Ancestor knew this was one of Withered Bone Old Demon's signature treasures, the Dragon Bone Whip. It had won Withered Bone countless glorious victories. The whip and its matching shield, the Dragon Bone Shield, formed a set. Their main material was the nearly complete skeleton of a Flood Dragon, which Withered Bone had obtained more than a hundred years ago while searching an ancient ruin with someone else. Because of that Flood Dragon skeleton, Withered Bone had clashed fiercely with several close friends who were also Ancestors of the Evil Sect, turning them into enemies.
But in Withered Bone's eyes, that falling-out had been well worth it. After spending most of his fortune and combining it with the Flood Dragon skeleton, he had finally forged the whip and shield. Both were rare Upper Grade Magic