It was already the hour of the Ox, and the light was dim to begin with.
The Mysterious Gate opened, and ten thousand ghosts crawled out, as though the underworld had broken into the human realm.
That was not all.
After those eerie white claws crawled out of the Mysterious Gate, the ghosts that had appeared on the Training Ground earlier inexplicably grew several dozen feet taller.
The ghosts resembling members of the Barbarian Tribe even towered over the Stone Tower. Their bodies seemed solid, clad in mail formed from metal chains, and their savage, baleful aura enveloped the Training Ground.
"Senior Chu Xiudao truly deserves the name 'Blade Ghost.' His Blade Dao really is overbearing."
A crystalline gleam flickered in Chen Yi's eyes as he looked him up and down, and he could not help frowning.
At that moment, the Qi Sea at Chu Xiudao's Yintang acupoint was much smaller than before, its color dull and gray. The True Qi that had once filled it like an ocean had dwindled to little more than the bottom of a small river, nearly dried up.
"The Soul-Burning Art."
Chen Yi thought silently, Using a forbidden art like this to stake his life-Senior Chu Xiudao seems to have already resolved to die.
Longge Shiying looked at the strange phenomena around her. Far from being frightened, she shouted excitedly, "Uncle Yu Chuan, kill him!"
"What Blade Ghost? If he dares appear in a place blessed by the Panda Heavenly God, he deserves the Panda Heavenly God's punishment."
Wu Sa gulped down two mouthfuls of wine. His face was flushed, and his cloudy eyes inexplicably cleared a little. Looking up at those Barbarian Tribe ghosts, he exhaled wine-scented breath and said, "The people of the Central Plains truly are richly blessed."
"Techniques-techniques-techniques like these,