"Brother Zhao! You're interested in giving it a try too? Your cultivation may be a little too high—you'll need to suppress it to Tier Nine before you can enter the Trial Tower," Bai Wusheng reminded him with a smile.
Zhao Fu nodded in understanding. With considerable interest, he looked at the towering black tower before walking straight inside.
The people around them gathered one after another. Thanks to last night's banquet, many members of Black and White Impermanence already knew Zhao Fu. They knew he was an honored guest of the family and highly valued by its upper ranks, so they were quite interested in him.
Seeing that he too was entering the Trial Tower, they became curious about just how strong he was. At the same Tier Nine, where would he rank on the stone stele? Could he surpass Black War God, who held first place?
As Zhao Fu entered the black tower, a restriction settled over him. At most, he could only unleash Tier Nine strength. Moreover, the Nation-Guarding Artifact, the City Lord Seal, and his powerful weapons could not be used. Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised.
Upon entering the first room, countless gray runes flickered to life. A vast wave of yin energy spread out, and ghost after vicious ghost emerged. Their eyes fixed cruelly on Zhao Fu as they let out roars and surged toward him like a tide.
Zhao Fu drew the Ghost-Slaying Sword, which he had not used in a long time. With a casual sweep of several strikes, terrifying sword lights shattered those ghosts to pieces. Yet in the next instant, countless more ghosts emerged and pounced madly at Zhao Fu.
After killing another wave, Zhao Fu found it rather troublesome. Remembering that Netherworld creatures all feared the power of the Six Paths