"Guang Xing, you rely on the Lineage powers behind you to slaughter us Rogue Cultivators at will. If Immortal Venerable Jing Xun learns of this, he will never spare you. We are only a hundred-odd thousand li from the entrance to the Return-to-Ruins Cave Secret Realm. There is no way the commotion of this battle can escape the Immortal Venerables' senses!"
The ghost cultivator's roar rang out from within the ink-black ghostly qi.
At his words, the two monks at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage clearly grew apprehensive, and even their attacks slowed somewhat.
Both turned to look at Guang Xing.
A vicious gleam flashed through Guang Xing's eyes.
He could no longer stop now!
He had already reported to Gai Lu that the ghost cultivator was an Evil Spirit Cultivator. If he failed to capture an Evil Spirit Cultivator alive and bring him back, Gai Lu would surely be displeased and punish him.
But if the ghost cultivator truly was an Evil Spirit Cultivator, even Jing Xun himself would have nothing to say.
Thus, Guang Xing could only stake everything on one throw and hold fast to his belief that the ghost cultivator was an Evil Spirit Cultivator.
"Don't believe his lies! Attack with everything you have! I refuse to believe he won't show his true colors!"
Hearing this, the two monks abandoned all hesitation, and their attacks grew fierce once more.
The enormous palm of the phantom Buddha finally struck the ghostly qi.
Already weakened beyond endurance by the combined assault of Buddhist chants and golden light, the ghostly qi could offer almost no resistance to the descending palm and immediately scattered.
Rumble!
The enormous palm struck the towering mountain where the ghost cultivator stood.
The mountain instantly shattered, sending rocks hurtling through the air.
The enormous palm