Ghost Lord Slaughters the City

The Nascent Soul Cultivators defending the city were no pushovers. How could they allow a ghost cultivator to run wild and throw its weight around outside an immortal city?

At the loud call of the Nascent Soul elder leading them, seven or eight indignant Nascent Soul Early Stage and Mid Stage cultivators immediately flew out of the city, casting out their respective magical artifacts and mounting an offensive against the Ghost Lord. Most of their cultivation levels were several tiers below the Ghost Lord's. Though they were attacking as a group, it could hardly be called bullying it with numbers.

Quite a few Nascent Soul Cultivators did not make a move. Some feared the Immortal Alliance's prohibitions, while others held themselves too high to join in a siege.

"Fellow Daoists, join hands and kill this ghost cultivator!"

"How dare it hold the cultivators of Black Sand City in such contempt? Show it some color! Let it know that this is the territory of the Heavenly Dao Alliance's Southeast Sect Master, not a place where a mere ghost cultivator can act recklessly!"

The Nascent Soul Cultivators attacked together. Dozens of Primordial Spirit artifacts and minor divine ability artifacts blazed brilliantly in the sky, their momentum instantly overwhelming.

The Golden Core guards at the city gate, along with hundreds of cultivators who had hurried over to watch, immediately grew excited, shouting until the air boiled. If battles between Nascent Soul Cultivators had not been so violent, many Golden Core Cultivators would likely have rushed in to pick up some cheap gains.

"This Lord had no intention of killing you, yet you dare provoke this Lord? You seek death!"

Seeing seven or eight Nascent Soul Cultivators closing in to besiege it, the Ghost Lord laughed in extreme anger.

It suddenly stretched out a