My Name? I Fear It Would Frighten You All
"Die!"
Yin Wujiu's sharp whistling tore through the gale.
The black robe formed from the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Painting billowed violently in mid-air.
One hundred and eight Blue-Faced, Fanged Demons crawled out of the scroll.
The evil spirit bared its fangs and claws, spewing pale green Yin-Phosphorus Poison Fire from its mouth.
At the same time, the remaining eleven leaders all pushed their Law Power to the limit.
The eleven natal magic Law Treasure erupted with dazzling light.
White Bone Soul-Chasing Shuttle, Profound Yin Void-Piercing Hook, Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Banner, Blood Fiend Demon Saber...
These Law Treasure are at least Top-grade Spirit Treasure.
Among them, three are genuine near- Quasi-Immortal Artifact.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi above the entire wasteland was completely drained.
The violent Yin Baleful Intent energy condensed into a massive black cloud storm.
Dozens of devastating attacks locked onto Chen Changqing's limbs and bones from all directions.
Faced with this combined attack, powerful enough to instantly obliterate several Tribulation Transcendence Peak, Chen Changqing even lowered the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand.
He stood atop the Stone Mountain, his arms slowly outstretched.
Deep within his flesh and blood, the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art, derived from ten million AFK Points, suddenly roared.
Intricate pale gold Dao Marks appeared on the surface of the bones.
At this moment, the entire physical body emitted a faint, dark Golden Light.
When!
A deafening clang of metal clashing suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The first strike, the Profound Yin Void-Piercing Hook, pierced Chen Changqing's throat.
The Quasi-Immortal Artifact, meticulously forged from Nine Nether Cold Iron for over a thousand years, failed to pierce even a fraction of the skin.
Amidst the flying sparks, the sharp hook tip shattered into a huge gash the moment it touched the skin.
Immediately afterwards, the White Bone Soul-Chasing Shuttle slammed into his chest.
A crisp snapping sound.
The incredibly hard white bone shuttle snapped in two.
Thousands of bone fragments flew backward, riddling the two Ghost Cultivator below, who were at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, with countless holes.
Boom boom boom!
The Blood Fiend Demon Saber, the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Banner, and dozens of Yin Baleful Intent Law Technique bombarded Chen Changqing in succession.
The violent shockwave leveled the entire Stone Mountain.
Dust filled the air, and gravel turned to dust.
The eleven leaders were panting heavily, their faces showing cruel satisfaction.
"If he were hit by a full-force attack from all of us, even if he were made of Black Iron, he would be turned into molten iron!"
"Dare to underestimate us Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends? This is what happens!"
However, their maniacal laughter lasted only half a breath.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The young man in the white robe remained calmly standing in the center of the pile of rubble.
Apart from his white robe being slightly disheveled by the strong wind, not a single white mark was left on his entire body.
Not even a single hair was broken.
The entire wasteland fell into utter silence at that moment.
All the Ghost Cultivator's expressions froze on their faces.
"This... this is impossible!"
Yin Wujiu rubbed his eyes, his scream completely changed tone.
"The Profound Yin Void-Piercing Hook is shattered?!"
"The White Bone Soul-Chasing Shuttle is broken?!"
"He was bombarded head-on by more than ten Top-grade Spirit Treasure and Quasi-Immortal Artifact, and he didn't even get a scratch?!"
"How did this kid train his physique?!"
Fear spread wildly down the spines of all the Ghost Cultivator.
They had seen many Body Cultivators in the Cultivation World who specialized in cultivating their physical bodies.
Even those ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years can only withstand high-grade High-grade Spirit Treasure at most.
How could one possibly withstand Quasi-Immortal Artifact- level killing treasure containing fragments of Principle with their bare body?!
Standing in mid-air, Youming Kuang surged even more Qi and Blood.
He stared intently at the unharmed Chen Changqing, his vertical eye on his forehead twitching uncontrollably.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Youming Kuang couldn't help but roar in anger.
His voice was filled with shock, anger, and incomprehension.
"His physical body is comparable to Quasi-Immortal Artifact, he possesses the Immortal Emperor Secret Art and the Divine Dynasty Ultimate Art, and wields a supreme Spirit Treasure that surpasses even Immortal Artifact!"
"With your abilities, there's absolutely no way you could be unknown in the Nine Provinces Continent!"
Chen Changqing dusted off his sleeves and looked up at the Ghost Cultivator in mid-air.
He burst out laughing.
"Who I am?"
My name... I'm afraid it would shock you if I told you.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding Ghost Cultivator were taken aback at first, and then many of their leaders let out mocking laughter.
"Are you trying to scare us?"
"We, the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, have roamed the Northern Territory for three thousand years. What storms haven't we weathered?!"
Countless distinguished talents from prominent families have died at our hands!
"Does your name think it can scare the sky off?!"
"Boss, stop wasting words with him! This kid may have a strong physical body, but his Primordial Spirit must have a weakness. Use the secret technique of the divine soul to refine him to death!"
The Ghost Cultivator started shouting, trying to mask their inner panic with laughter.
Chen Changqing's expression returned to its indifferent state.
He raised his sword with one hand, his voice, enveloped in Law Power, transforming into rolling thunder that spread outwards.
"The First Sequence Holy Son of the Mount Shu Sword Sect."
"The next Sect Master of the Mount Shu Sect."
"Chen Changqing, the Champion of the Azure Dragon Ranking."
As those few simple words were spoken, the entire sky of Black Wind Plain seemed to have been struck hard by a heavy hammer.
The Ghost Cultivator who had been shouting and mocking suddenly found their voices stuck in their throats.
The only sound in the entire area was the howling of the wind.
Yin Wujiu's face instantly turned from deathly pale to bluish-purple.
"Mount Shu... Chen Changqing?!"
"That Chen Changqing from Mount Shu, who swept through all the Archaic Aristocratic Clan and slew countless prodigies in the Heavenly Void Grand Tournament?!"
"Number one on the Azure Dragon Ranking?!"
Although the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends are entrenched in the Northern Territory, they are by no means isolated from information.
In recent years, the most talked-about name in the entire Cultivation World of Nine Provinces is Chen Changqing of Mount Shu.
One person overwhelmed the older generation of True Lord, even Heaven-Slaying and seizing opportunities right under the noses of several Tribulation Immortal.
That was a monster who truly stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation, and could even stand shoulder to shoulder with the older generation of giants.
"It was him..."
Youming Kuang's figure swayed slightly, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He finally understood why the other party could casually throw out the Immortal -Immortal Execution Sword, which surpassed even Immortal Artifact.
Why was the opponent able to summon five Late True Lord Stage Avatar?
Why would the other party, with their Late True Lord Stage cultivation, dare to lie in wait here and wait for them to come to them?
Because standing before them was the most ferocious killing god in the Cultivation World today.
"Escape!"
Without any hesitation, Youming Kuang forced out a single word from deep within his throat.
He didn't even bother to utter a single harsh word to save face; his entire body transformed into a streak of dark red light, desperately fleeing backward.
The moment they learned the other party's true identity, all their greed and anger were completely crushed by the instinct for survival.
Fighting against the future Sect Master of Mount Shu?
That's just asking for trouble.
"Retreat immediately!"
"Run in different directions!"
The remaining eleven leaders and hundreds of Ghost Cultivator Elite were terrified. Their once tight formation collapsed instantly, and everyone fled in all directions like madmen.
Chen Changqing watched the fleeing shadows scatter and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.
"Since you're here, why rush to leave?"
"My Invincible Sword Domain is not some inn or restaurant where you can come and go as you please."