What a Shame, This Seat Had No Intention of Saving Face!

"Please, senior, show me the way out," the Altar Master pleaded, steeling his resolve.

"Take one of my attacks. Of course, I won't go all out. As long as you can survive my attack, I will spare your life," Song Shuhang said, holding up one finger.

Once the sense of shame reaches a critical point, it will shatter completely, just like one's values.

After Shuhang started referring to himself as "this humble one" repeatedly, he actually felt less ashamed and began to speak more fluently.

The Altar Master's face was pale with a hint of black. Even if the opponent didn't go all out, a single casual flying sword strike from this unfathomable senior could still take away half of his life!

However, he had no other choice.

One attack might kill you, but there's still a glimmer of hope.

If he doesn't accept the senior's conditions, the other party can simply unleash their flying sword and chop off his head in a matter of minutes.

Moreover... he also has a trump card. As an evil Ghost Cultivator, he has a strange method of self-preservation, which might allow him to withstand an attack from his opponent at the cost of 'dying' once.

Thinking of this, the Altar Master gritted his teeth and asked, "Senior, is what you say true?"

"I am a prominent figure in the Cultivator World, why would I deceive a junior like you?" Song Shuhang said coldly, continuing to look down at the Altar Master with the gaze one would give an ant.

Yes, you have a head and a face; Shuhang wasn't lying. Because every normal person has a head and a face. Don't you have a head and a face?

"Please, senior, show mercy." The Altar Master smiled bitterly, a smile that conveyed a deep sense of bitterness even across thousands of miles.

Beneath the darkness, a pure ghost broke free from the seal within the Altar Master's main body and quietly enveloped the Altar Master's master.

Pure ghosts are those without resentment, so they are not afraid of ordinary exorcism spells.

Of course, it's very difficult for such a pure ghost to be born. Ghosts are often born out of resentment. A pure ghost must be a good person to the core, who died unjustly. But because they are so good that they don't care about the injustice, they have a chance to become a pure ghost...

"Then accept my sword!" Song Shuhang said coldly, flicking his finger to reveal a talisman at his fingertip.

The 'Sword Talisman' gifted by the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman is undoubtedly for offensive purposes. To use it, one only needs to activate the Talisman Treasure and softly utter the word 'sword'. Once unleashed, it can unleash a sword aura attack at the level of a Third-Grade Houtian Battle King, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. An ordinary Second-Stage True Master cultivator, without some special defensive means, would be severely injured or even killed by a single strike.

Upon seeing this Talisman Treasure, the Altar Master nearly ground his teeth to powder... As a lowly, struggling cultivator, he hated nothing more than these nouveau riche who hurled talismans at people!

"Stand still, junior. Pray for your own luck." Song Shuhang gripped the Talisman Treasure, his aura overwhelming, his heart pounding with excitement. "Sword!"

A faint, illusory figure appeared behind Shuhang.

The figure used a finger as a sword and slashed at the Altar Master.

A dazzling sword light emanated from the Sword Talisman. Once the sword light appeared, nothing else could be seen in the carriage, as if only this sword light remained in the world!

This sword light is a marvelous sword technique!

In an instant, the Altar Master, locked in by the sword light, felt his body imprisoned, unable to move an inch.

Even dodging was a luxury. He could only stand there dumbfounded, watching helplessly as the sword struck him!

Humiliation? Hatred? Fear?

The Altar Master's heart was like a jumbled mess of seasonings, a mixture of flavors he couldn't quite describe.

The sword light struck, but only produced a soft 'sizzle' sound upon contact.

The Altar Master's body, however, was easily sliced in half like tofu, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

There wasn't a drop of blood at the wound...

The Foreign Monk clicked his tongue. It ended just like that? A terrifyingly powerful Second-Stage True Master cultivator, dead just like that?

The carriage was completely silent.

Song Shuhang remained Vigilance, holding a 'Armor Talisman' in his left hand and two 'Sword Talisman' in his other, staring at the Altar Master's body on the ground.

The other party was a cultivator who had been active in the Ghost Lantern Temple in J City for fifty or sixty years. As long as he wasn't in a terrible situation, he would always have one or two things that could save his life.

Thinking this, Song Shuhang hardened his face and said in a deep voice, "You do have some skill. Since you withstood my sword strike, I'll spare your life. Get up and Gun Kai of my sight! Remember, never let me see you again! Never!"

Song Shuhang had become quite adept at the skill of deceiving others.

The Foreign Monk was stunned—how could that Second-Grade Ghost Cultivator still be alive after such a terrifying sword strike?

Impossible! Such a terrifying sword strike!

However, as soon as Song Shuhang finished speaking, the body of the Altar Master, which had been cut in half on the ground, slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Then, the Altar Master reappeared on the spot, his face deathly pale, with a deep sword wound on his forehead. At the critical moment, although he managed to save his life with his life-saving techniques, that sword strike was too Tyrant, leaving him with a deep sword wound. The sword energy lingered in the wound on his forehead, causing him unbearable pain.

"Thank you for sparing my life, senior." The Altar Master said through gritted teeth, "I will leave immediately."

Now that this senior has discovered he's not dead, there's no point in hiding him any longer.

The other party did indeed seem to be a man of his word, willing to spare his life. But if he hid and didn't come out, and angered this senior, giving him another excuse to strike, he would truly be doomed.

After he finished speaking, the Ghost General Ku You, who was also seriously injured behind the Altar Master, floated over, bringing with him a black briefcase.

This box contains the Altar Master's important belongings. Some of the items are too precious for him to leave in Luoxin District, J City. Therefore, he carries these items in a black box with him at all times.

"He's actually still alive?" The Foreign Monk couldn't believe it.

Looking at the pale face before him, Song Shuhang sighed inwardly. This guy was actually alive.

This guy is really going all out to survive.

It's a pity. If I were truly a senior who valued face and kept his word, I might have spared his life.

But I have absolutely no intention of caring about my reputation! All I want is to kill you!

If I don't kill you, I won't be able to eat or sleep properly. I won't be able to live a normal life from now on!

So, just as the Altar Master picked up the black box and turned to leave with difficulty... Song Shuhang made his move again!

"Sword! Sword!" He held a Sword Talisman in each hand and activated them simultaneously.

Who knew if the Altar Master still had any means of self-preservation? So he used two Sword Talisman at once! If he weren't limited to using only two Sword Talisman, Song Shuhang would have used all the remaining Sword Talisman at once!

A dazzling sword light erupted from the Sword Talisman once more, and two sword lights slashed at the Altar Master in an X-shape.

The Altar Master remained Vigilance before leaving, but it was to no avail.

The two sword lights were too fast, and once they locked on, they also had the ability to imprison the enemy.

After the sword's edge flashed, the Altar Master's body was sliced into four pieces, and he collapsed to the ground again. But this time, he had no way to save his life; he was doomed.

Second-Grade Cultivator's body is extremely strong; even after being cut into pieces, the Altar Master didn't immediately collapse. His head was fixed on Song Shuhang, countless curses swirling in his mind, but ultimately only two resentful words could be uttered. "Shameless!"

Although I knew the other party was skilled in using poison and likely had a volatile personality, their shamelessness to this extent was utterly shameless.

"Hehe, say what you will." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed another Talisman Treasure, a 'Evil-Repelling Talisman'.

The Altar Master has fallen, but his Resentful Ghost Ku You, is still alive.

We must nip the problem in the bud to prevent future troubles!

If Song Shuhang were all alone, he wouldn't have to worry about any future troubles. But unfortunately, he isn't.

"Break!" The hurricane of spiritual power from the Evil-Repelling Talisman again, sweeping through the two carriages.

"Squeak..." The Ghost General Ku You let out a miserable cry. The extremely weak Ku You didn't even have a chance to escape and was directly purified by the spiritual power of the Evil-Repelling Talisman.

Thump—The black leather suitcase fell to the ground.

The dying Altar Master was also purified by the spiritual power of the Evil-Repelling Talisman, leaving him without even the strength to fight back in his final moments.

The thought of his impending death left the Altar Master's mind Blank, and he muttered intermittently, "Shameless! A word is a word... I... spit on you!"