These Ghost Marshals were all burly men, with pure gray eyes. They wore armor wreathed in ghostly aura and carried different weapons. Both their armor and weapons were gray—gray with a shining gleam that exuded a sinister, chilling cold.
Their strength was only at the City Lord level. Before this, they could have swept through Great Qin without opposition, but now, if Zhao Fu were not worried that they were too far apart and might escape, he alone could have dealt with them.
Zhao Fu set his sights on a Ghost Marshal wielding a sharp sword. Drawing the Calamitous Dragon Sword, he sent a massive, razor-sharp streak of sword light, carrying a terrifying sword gale, flying toward the Ghost Marshal.
The Ghost Marshal roared, releasing countless wisps of ghostly aura. Raising his sword high with both hands, he fiercely slashed out a gray streak of sword light toward Zhao Fu.
Bang!
An explosion rang out as the two streaks of sword light collided. The gray sword light was directly shattered by Zhao Fu's, turning into countless gray motes that dissipated. Zhao Fu's sword light continued on toward the Ghost Marshal.
The Ghost Marshal was startled and raised his sword before him to block, but he was still sent flying more than ten meters. Realizing that he was no match for Zhao Fu, the Ghost Marshal actually began to flee.
Zhao Fu caught up, and with a savage slash, sent the Ghost Marshal flying once more. Without giving him any chance to fight back, Zhao Fu continued pursuing him and sliced off his head with a single strike.
After the Ghost Marshal died, three items dropped.
The first item was a ghost treasure bag—a small gray cloth pouch that should be able to yield low-grade Legendary equipment. The second was a