Zhan Shihui clearly believed she had figured out Ying Wu's temperament. In her telling, the ghost cultivators were brutal, bloodthirsty fiends, while the Zhan Clan were defenders of righteousness who safeguarded the peace of the region.
And Ying Wu indeed acted just as Zhan Shihui had hoped. The Azure Luan Sword shuddered fiercely in midair, unleashing countless streams of Sword Qi.
In an instant, the many ghosts lunging toward the airship were exterminated, not a single one left alive.
Then the Azure Luan Sword let out a clear, ringing cry and was about to slash toward the gaunt ghost cultivator in the distance.
Just then, Song Wen suddenly appeared beside Ying Wu and bowed slightly.
"My lord, they're merely a few capering clowns. Why trouble yourself with them? Leave them to your subordinate."
Song Wen was worried that Ying Wu would get carried away with the slaughter, lose his restraint, and expose his true cultivation.
Ying Wu's eyes brightened slightly, his interest clearly piqued.
"Very well. They're yours. If you prove no match for them, I'll step in."
"Yes."
Song Wen gave his reply.
Then a Ghost-Head Long Saber abruptly appeared in his hand, and he swept out with it.
"You court death!" The gaunt ghost cultivator seemed enraged by Ying Wu and Song Wen's dismissive behavior. With a furious shout, he sent the black banner before him hurtling straight at Song Wen like a spear.
As the black banner drew ever closer, Song Wen swept his saber horizontally.
To keep anyone from noticing anything unusual, he even gave a low growl:
"Slash!"
The Ghost-Head Long Saber clashed with the black banner, and corpse qi and yin qi erupted simultaneously.
For a moment, sinister ghost qi and fierce, baleful corpse qi collided and intertwined, mingling into a murky black mist