Yan Zhengping's undisguised killing intent sent a chill through Song Wen's entire body.
He was not arrogant enough to believe he could withstand an attack from Yan Zhengping, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
Song Wen could not help grumbling inwardly that Ghost Three was a complete lunatic.
You have a blood feud with the Yan Family. Since you have already caught them by the handle, why not reveal it directly to the Corpse Demon Sect? The Corpse Demon Sect would naturally deal with the Yan Family then. Why risk your own life to seek revenge personally?
Song Wen had no choice but to suspect that Ghost Three had gathered so many desperate Rogue Cultivators not merely for revenge, but more for the Yan Family's accumulated wealth.
The Yan Family's Foundation Establishment Ancestor had not appeared for many years. Coupled with the Yan Family's betrayal of the Corpse Demon Sect, which had cost them the sect's powerful backing, Ghost Three believed that he and the Rogue Cultivators now had the confidence to confront the Yan Family head-on.
Just then, Ghost Three finally unleashed his charged strike. The demon-subduing pestle tore through the air and stabbed into the defensive barrier with lightning speed.
Already on the verge of collapse beneath the siege of numerous Rogue Cultivators, the defensive barrier shattered at once under Ghost Three's full-force strike, turning into countless points of light that scattered into the air.
Though the demon-subduing pestle's power was somewhat weakened after breaking the barrier, it still carried a terrifying force as it continued toward Yan Zhengping amid a piercing howl.
Yan Zhengping's gaze turned cold. Killing Intent surged from the demon-subduing pestle, and ghostly energy swirled around it. He did not dare take it lightly and could only meet it with everything