Thirty-Six Ghost Cultivators!
On the desolate plains where the cold wind howls, jagged black rocks stand.
Chen Changqing stopped the Sword Light and hovered in mid-air.
Strange ripples spread through the surrounding space.
The next moment, figures in black robes stepped out from the void, completely blocking the way for dozens of miles around.
There were a total of twenty-three figures.
These Cultivators wore black cloaks adorned with white bone runes, their faces were withered, and they were surrounded by a dense aura of deathly darkness.
Each person's cultivation level was clearly at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
Several of the leading elders even possessed cultivation levels reaching the Late True Lord Stage.
The leader, an elderly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, holding a heavy white bone banner wrapped with vengeful spirits.
"Kid, you're pretty good. You managed to spot us beforehand."
The old man with the scarred face had a hoarse voice that was so harsh it hurt your eardrums.
Chen Changqing looked at the other person calmly.
"You followed us right after the auction ended; you're quick on your feet."
The scarred old man burst into laughter, and the twenty-odd Ghost Cultivators around him joined in with their ear-piercing, eerie laughs.
"In this small territory of Xuanming City, I've never seen many fat sheep in my entire life who dare to spend 120 million Top-Grade Spirit Stones to buy Token."
"Since you dare to flaunt your wealth, you should understand the principle that 'a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.'"
"I am the seventh of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends of Xuanming City. Today, I will give you a quick death."
"Hand over your Storage Ring and those two Nine Nether Tokens intact, and I'll spare your remnant soul for reincarnation."
Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends.
This is a ruthless bandit force active in the wasteland surrounding Xuanming City.
It is composed of thirty-six powerful and ferocious Ghost Cultivator cultivators who have formed a sworn brotherhood. It is said that the leader is an unparalleled ruthless person who has stepped into the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage.
They commit murder and robbery on the black market, and many caravans from major sects have to pay tolls when passing through this area.
Chen Changqing's casual spending of over 100 million Spirit Stones at the auction today has already caught the attention of this group of desperate criminals.
Chen Changqing's expression remained unchanged after hearing the other party introduce himself.
"You lot are not qualified to have anything on me."
Upon hearing this, the Ghost Cultivators in the encirclement immediately erupted in chaos.
A lean Ghost Cultivator standing on the far left suddenly grinned maliciously.
"You reckless madman!"
"Seventh Brother, why waste words with him? Once I extract his soul and refine it into Yin Fiend Puppet, everything on his body will naturally be ours!"
This lean Ghost Cultivator ranked thirty-fifth among the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, and his cultivation was at the Early Tribulation Transcendence.
Confident in his uncanny Movement Method, he stomped his foot, transforming into a patch of ghastly green will-o'-the-wisp that instantly tore through the sky.
A pair of withered hands covered in Mystic Yin Iron Claws plunged straight into Chen Changqing's heart.
It moved with lightning speed.
Faced with this extremely ferocious attack, Chen Changqing didn't even move his feet an inch.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
In the palm of his hand, a long sword, entirely black and faintly flowing with chaotic primordial energy, appeared out of thin air.
The Immortal Execution Sword!
Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure!
A supreme treasure born from the power of creation drawn from the Heavenly Void Divine Pool!
The moment the longsword appeared, the Spatial Laws within a radius of a thousand miles were instantly crushed.
A murderous True Intention that transcended the rules of heaven and earth swept across the entire wasteland.
"Spirit-Slaying Stance."
Chen Changqing slightly turned his wrist, and his longsword slashed forward with effortless grace.
There was no commotion of Sword Qi filling the sky.
Only a thin, almost invisible chaotic sword mark flashed across the void.
The wiry, Ghost Cultivator suddenly froze in mid-air.
Before the sneer on his face could even fade, his protective Yin Qi and True Lord's robes shattered like dry paper.
Along with its Golden Core, Primordial Spirit, and Purple Mansion, everything within its body was pulverized into the most primordial void particles the instant it came into contact with that sword mark.
His entire body, from head to toe, transformed into a wisp of green smoke and vanished into the world.
He couldn't even let out a scream.
Instant kill!
Even a powerful cultivator at the Early True Lord Stage couldn't withstand a casual sword strike from Chen Changqing.
The once bustling wasteland fell into a deathly silence in that instant.
The sinister smiles on the faces of the twenty-odd Ghost Cultivators froze completely.
The old man with the scarred face suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.
"Thirty-fifth brother!"
"How is this possible?!"
It annihilated an Early Tribulation Transcendence in one move; even their Primordial Spirit couldn't escape.
This terrifying killing power is something that even a leader at the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage realm could not accomplish so decisively.
The scarred old man stared intently at the longsword in Chen Changqing's hand, his throat dry as he swallowed hard.
"That sword... that sword isn't Immortal Artifact!"
"That's a Spirit Treasure embryo that surpasses High-grade Immortal Artifact!"
"This kid possesses an incredibly valuable treasure!"
After the initial shock, boundless greed instantly consumed the reason of these Ghost Cultivators.
In the Nine Nether Ghost Domain, a place where the strong prey on the weak, a powerful treasure can drive any desperate person mad.
A treasure surpassing even Immortal Artifacts, enough to unleash a bloodbath throughout the entire Cultivation World.
"Let's all attack together!"
The scarred old man roared with a ferocious expression.
"He's just a man. Even if he possesses a supreme treasure, how many sword strikes can he actually unleash?!"
"Form the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Heaven Formation, join forces to wear him down, seize this divine weapon, and then we, the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends, can roam freely in the Ghost Domain!"
The remaining twenty-two Ghost Cultivators roared in unison.
Boom!
Twenty-two beams of Law Power, each at the Tribulation Transcendence level, shot into the sky.
One after another, Yin Fiend Faxiang materialized from behind them, Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts phantoms obscuring the entire Firmament, making it pitch black.
Thunder rumbled and roared across the sky, as countless giant nets made of Netherworld Chains came from all directions to strangle Chen Changqing.
More than twenty Ghost Cultivators joined forces to set up an array, their power enough to raze a cultivation city spanning tens of thousands of miles to the ground.
Looking at the overwhelming attacks from all directions, Chen Changqing let out a low, cold laugh.
"Relying on their superior numbers?"
"Just because there are more people doesn't mean you're anything special."
Faced with the overwhelming Ten Thousand Ghost Array, Chen Changqing's internal Law Power surged forth.
Invincible Avatar Technique!
The unparalleled Supreme Lore left behind by the Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor erupted in full force at this moment.
The void trembled violently.
Five dazzling beams of divine light shot into the sky from behind Chen Changqing.
As the light faded, five tall figures stepped out of the void side by side.
Each figure had the exact same face as Chen Changqing, and their Law Power was released without reservation.
A uniform group of Late True Lord Stage!
Moreover, each of these Avatars held a supreme divine weapon in its hand, radiating a world-destroying aura.
The first Avatar wielded the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear, its golden dragon patterns swirling around it, and the power of this High-grade Immortal Artifact caused the void to collapse layer by layer.
The second Avatar had Top-grade Heavenly Thunder Sword with blazing Thunder Light floating above its head, and the violent Nine Heavens Pure Yang Divine Thunder tore through the dark clouds.
The third Avatar gripped the Haotian Hammer, Top-grade Immortal Artifact as heavy as a mountain, with both hands. Its violent Gravity Domain directly pressed the earth, creating deep ravines.
The fourth Avatar, holding the High-grade Immortal Artifact, the Immortal-Burying Zither, which was imbued with ancient Dao Marks, had his ten fingers resting on the strings. Before the music even began, his killing intent was already overwhelming.
The fifth Avatar, wielding the Blood Prison Mad Blade with its demonic light soaring into the sky in one hand, unleashed a monstrous sea of the Blood Sea that spread from the blade.
Chen Changqing himself, holding the Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure Immortal Execution Sword, stood in the center.
Six figures, six peerless divine weapons that shook the heavens.