"Hahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahahahaha..."
Li Xiao's delighted laughter rang out halfway up Ba Serpent Mountain. A banner coiled around his body, blocking every attack from the ghost cultivators. It swept in all directions like a dragon, striking countless ghost cultivators. The lucky ones were imprisoned on the spot; the unlucky ones were instantly reduced to dust and smoke.
In barely half a minute, the ghost cultivators who had come charging so aggressively were screaming nonstop. Many realized Li Xiao was not someone they could afford to provoke and tried to flee, but the banner caught up before they got far. One sweep scattered their souls.
The weakest of these ghost cultivators were Ghost Spirits, while the strongest had even reached Peak Ghost Soldier. They were already formidable beings, yet none could last a single exchange against Li Xiao. Each sweep of the banner took down a whole swath.
"That feels good. So satisfying. Finally, some relief."
Li Xiao closed his eyes. He felt as though he had spent years trudging through a desert, only for a sudden downpour to leave his entire body refreshed.
He was an extremely cautious man. Having learned his lesson from Yaksha, he could keep his destructive urges firmly in check, however intense they became, and bury himself in grueling cultivation. It had all been for the overwhelming satisfaction he felt today.
Without strength, what could he destroy?
Would spending all day outside trampling ants really satisfy him?
He did not want to trample ants. He wanted to trample every enemy to death, every person who deserved to die.
Within a minute, all the ill-intentioned ghost cultivators surrounding him had been wiped out. The banner emanated an eerie ghostly aura as he looked toward the summit and slowly began ascending.
Ba Serpent Mountain had many ghost cultivators.