Five Thunders Heart-Burning Curse, Instant Kill Ghost King?

"Go!" Dong Xiaoyu commanded the hundred ghost soldiers and generals. She could no longer afford to dwell on her inner doubts; she only wanted to exhaust Fei Luo and then finish him off with a thunderous strike.

With a Taoist priest of such profound cultivation, how potent must his yang essence be?

If all went as expected, it would surely allow her ghost body to solidify and her cultivation to reach a new level.

The methods of ghost cultivation are divided into righteous and evil paths.

Only a tiny fraction of ghosts have no desire to commit evil, contenting themselves with absorbing the yin energy of heaven and earth to strengthen their forms.

Most ghosts, however, take risks to commit heinous acts, though the rewards are naturally immense.

Dong Xiaoyu belonged to this latter category. For years, she had resided on South Mountain, deceiving countless passersby, including over a hundred Taoist priests alone.

She was a Supernatural Ghost, born with the ability to shapeshift, which had allowed her to recruit a vast number of subordinates.

Most of the ghosts in the courtyard were those she had toyed with until death before claiming them as her servants—a fact Dong Xiaoyu took great pleasure in.

Toying with you while alive and refusing to let you go even after death, trapping you by her side for eternity—such absolute power had made her a tyrant within a hundred-mile radius. Any wandering spirit or wild ghost who heard the name Dong Xiaoyu would tremble in fear.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The newly appeared ghost soldiers and generals locked onto Fei Luo immediately upon receiving Dong Xiaoyu's command.

As for the ordinary fierce ghosts, their murderous intent was now fully bared as they joined forces with the soldiers and generals to continue their assault on Fei Luo.

"Swish!"

Fei Luo's battle spirit soared. He activated the Soul Capture Art in his eyes repeatedly, and instantly, several more ghosts were reduced to ashes.

Is my realm not high enough? The Soul Capture Art requires a five-second cooldown before it can be used again? Fei Luo frowned, sensing that the art could no longer be fired instantly.

Facing the swarming evil spirits, Fei Luo clenched his left fist, gripped the Flowing Cloud Sword in his right, and charged into the crowd of a hundred ghosts, using both fists and feet.

"Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles!"

Fei Luo's fighting style appeared quite bizarre to an outsider.

With a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, he would strike with both simultaneously, then follow up with a sweeping kick. This left Qiusheng, who was hiding on the hillside outside the courtyard, completely bewildered.

Brutal, chaotic, and utterly devoid of technique.

That was the only thought popping into Qiusheng's mind.

These newly summoned fierce ghosts were far stronger than the previous ones, yet under the weight of Fei Luo's perfected Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles and the edge of the Flowing Cloud Sword, they were still being cut down one after another.

"It's my own fault for never learning swordsmanship; otherwise, why would I be fighting so chaotically?" Fei Luo seemed to sense his own predicament.

Since obtaining the system, he had learned eye techniques, body techniques, Taoist arts, and more, even opening his Dharma Eye.

But he had never learned swordsmanship.

With a dream of wielding a sword to subdue demons, how could he do justice to the three-foot blade in his hand without proper technique?

"Master, this wretch is too strong! I beg you to strike, ah—" A three-meter-tall giant ghost had just begun to cry for help when a dazzling sword beam struck, sending his head flying.

Whoosh!

With a few successive strikes, the giant ghost's essence was slashed into several pieces.

"That's six." Crouched on the hillside outside the courtyard, Qiusheng watched in shock as Fei Luo fought with wide, sweeping motions, murmuring to himself.

Qiusheng was numb by now.

Among these ghosts, the giant ones would have been a massive headache for him and Uncle Nine to handle, yet before Fei Luo, they were nothing more than a few sword strikes away from death.

"Hmph!"

Fei Luo had just parried two hanging ghosts with his sword when he suddenly sensed yin energy attacking from behind.

Without a second thought, he spun around and blocked with his blade.

"Clang!" With a sound like clashing metal, Dong Xiaoyu extended a short black sword from her sleeve, striking Fei Luo's Flowing Cloud Sword.

Oh? Not only is she about to form a ghost core, but she has also condensed a ghost weapon? Fei Luo thought to himself, feeling the immense force transmitted through his blade.

Indeed, Dong Xiaoyu had reached the stage of condensing a ghost core, though it was currently a False Core, not yet fully formed.

A ghost capable of condensing a ghost core is equivalent to a human cultivator at the Golden Core Realm, possessing incredible abilities.

In that instant, Fei Luo understood why Dong Xiaoyu could shapeshift so fluidly; she had reached the threshold of a Ghost King.

In the ghost world, the Golden Core Realm is known as the Ghost King, just as it is called the Corpse King among zombies.

"Soul Capture Art!" Five seconds having passed, the blue light in Fei Luo's eyes swept out like a laser, cutting through the fierce ghosts swarming toward him.

"Ah!" The fierce ghosts shrieked as they crumbled into dust.

"Such powerful strength! How can this human, merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, possess such terrifying power? I am a quasi-Ghost King!" Dong Xiaoyu was filled with shock as her strike failed and she was repelled by the immense counter-force.

She had reached the False Core Realm, a half-step Ghost King; why couldn't she take down a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?

She did not know that after being refined by the top-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill, Fei Luo's physique could not be judged by common standards; even at the Foundation Establishment Realm, his strength was no less than that of a Golden Core Ghost King.

Since Dong Xiaoyu was only a quasi-Ghost King, how could she possibly be Fei Luo's match?

After a brief exchange, Dong Xiaoyu finally realized the true extent of Fei Luo's power.

What?

Dong Xiaoyu glanced at her ghost artifact, noticing a hairline crack upon it that was almost invisible.

This discovery sent shockwaves through her heart.

A treasure artifact!

And it had to be at least a mid-grade treasure artifact to achieve such a feat.

The sword in his hand was a treasure artifact.

How could this be possible?

In the brief moment Dong Xiaoyu was stunned, her subordinates screamed incessantly. Within moments, this group of ghost soldiers and generals had been slaughtered until they fled in terror.

"Master, save me!"

Before a three-meter-tall giant ghost could finish his plea, Fei Luo's sword had already hacked him into several pieces.

"Human, you seek death! I will devour your flesh, drink your blood, pull out your tendons, and grind your bones into dust!" Dong Xiaoyu's heart was bleeding; these were the elites she had painstakingly gathered, yet in less than half an incense stick of time, Fei Luo had slaughtered most of them.

What kind of Taoist was this?

Heaven knows where this Taoist came from? How could his mana seem inexhaustible?

Dong Xiaoyu shrieked sharply, her hair dancing in the air as ghost energy erupted from her seven orifices like solid matter, and she charged toward Fei Luo.

"Overestimating yourself, a mere ghost dares to speak such nonsense?" Watching Dong Xiaoyu pounce, Fei Luo quickly formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Fierce Officers of the Five Thunders, Thunder Lord He Chong, Lightning Mother Wen Ying. Five Thunders Heart-Burning Curse! By the order of the law, hurry! Execute!" Under Dong Xiaoyu's bewildered gaze, she saw Fei Luo forming the seal and chanting.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue radiance exploded in the night sky. The majestic might of heaven descended, causing Dong Xiaoyu to look up instinctively.

BOOM!

In a state of utter confusion, Dong Xiaoyu was struck by five bolts of lightning, falling from the air like a kite with a broken string.

Dong Xiaoyu was dazed. What kind of Taoist art was this?

What exactly was going on with this Taoist?

Shouldn't Taoist arts involve holding a talisman in the left hand, forming a seal with the right, and chanting incantations?

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for eradicating Dong Xiaoyu's Ghost Mansion. You have received a mysterious reward." The system's voice arrived right on schedule, echoing in Fei Luo's mind.