Slay the Yin Bone

Chu Ming said calmly, "The inheritance has already fused with my Dao foundation. It cannot be taken out."

"Then I'll dig out your Dao foundation along with it." Bone True Lord Yin sneered. "I happen to be short on materials to refine a 'Chaos Ghost King.'" As his words fell, the four bone ships behind him lit up with an eerie green glow.

Eight First-Step Dao Masters formed a formation, while four Second-Step True Lords spread out and encircled Chu Ming's group of three at the center.

A great battle was on the verge of erupting.

In the void, four pitch-black bone ships loomed like gigantic beasts poised to devour their prey, sealing off the path ahead.

Eerie green light seeped from the surfaces of the bone ships, intertwining in the void into a great net that blocked every route of retreat. Wave after wave of cold, filthy fluctuations carrying the aura of nether-death crashed against the protective Dao resonance around Chu Ming's group.

Dao Master Xuanji stood beside Bone True Lord Yin, a venomous delight showing on his pale face.

Though the wound on his left shoulder had healed, his Dao foundation had been damaged, and his aura was considerably weaker than before. Clearly, that Boundary-Shattering Escape Talisman had come at no small cost. "Chu Ming," Dao Master Xuanji said hoarsely, "you stole my inheritance and damaged my Dao foundation. If I do not extract your soul and refine your spirit today, how can I quell the hatred in my heart?!"

Chu Ming remained composed, his gaze sweeping over the dozen or so Black Baleful Alliance cultivators before finally settling on Bone True Lord Yin.

Peak Second Step. His aura was as cold as the ice of the Nine Netherworlds, with ghostly shadows faintly swirling around him.

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