Yang Chen did not mind mocking him a few more times.
After all, it was obvious that Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable was in a hurry. Failing to take him down after so long would make Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable lose face.
That was why Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable kept changing his methods to attack him.
Unfortunately.
"Your vortex-pulling technique has tremendous suction. You use Dao Intent Inscriptions to draw people in invisibly. Anyone else really would have a hard time breaking free. But unfortunately, you know it yourselves—I possess space Dao Intent. Tell me, Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable, have you gone stupid?" Yang Chen smiled faintly.
Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable was naturally enraged by Yang Chen's words and charged at him once more.
This time, Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable was clearly furious.
He let out a hoarse roar, then shouted, "Boy, since you are determined to provoke me, prepare to die. Let me show you my true abilities."
As his voice fell, he slapped his palm toward Yang Chen.
This was no ordinary palm strike.
As the palm descended, clouds of sand and dust abruptly gathered into a storm, sweeping through the entire space and raging wildly. Even the Nirvana Stage Ghost Generals scattered away, unable to free themselves from the immense sandstorm.
Yang Chen was also completely swept into the attack, surrounded on all sides by countless sandstorms.
He used space-time Dao Intent to dodge within a small range, but there was simply no way to evade the sandstorms. They were everywhere.
Yet Yellow Sand Ghost Venerable still did not stop. A hand of sand condensed in the air, packed with Dao Intent Inscriptions, and grabbed directly at Yang Chen.
On top of that, a rope formed from sand stretched dozens of zhang long. While linking the sandstorms together,