The Emperor Tang Loses His Soul

A flash of red light appeared behind the blood-red ghost creature, and two broad, blood-red bat wings spread open. It leaped toward the Hua bedchamber like an enormous cloud of blood.

More than half of the Imperial Guards ahead had fallen. Those still standing were weak and numb from the waist down, utterly unable to stop the ghost. In an instant, the blood-red creature reached the palace, on the verge of smashing through the wall.

A layer of golden light suddenly emerged over the palace ahead. It was not particularly bright, but with a loud bang, the blood-red ghost creature was abruptly knocked backward.

The golden light around the palace flickered gently before returning to calm. It was clearly an exceedingly sophisticated Restriction.

However, the bedchamber below was not sturdy enough. Although the golden light absorbed most of the blood-red ghost creature's impact, the entire palace still shook violently. Everything inside swayed fiercely; chairs toppled over, and some Gu antique jade ornaments fell to the floor, shattering with loud crashes.

The beautiful women in the hall, along with the palace maids, cried out in alarm.

When the Emperor Tang saw the blood-colored ghost outside, his expression changed in shock, and he could not help taking a step back.

At that moment, figures flickered before the Emperor Tang, and three people appeared out of thin air.

One was a Daoist in purple robes, one an elderly man with crane-white hair, and the last a beautiful middle-aged woman in purple garments.

Had Shen Luo been there, he would certainly have recognized the purple-robed Daoist and the white-haired elder as the man surnamed Wu and Daoist Dafang, who had once fought him in the Yellow River.

As for the woman in purple, she was unfamiliar. Judging by her attire, she was also a