Even a Young Patriarch Could Do No Better! (Double-length chapter, requesting monthly votes)

At that moment, only two colors remained at the edge of the Ghost Mist Forest: black and white.

The black was the surging Ghost Qi; the white was Tiger Million, charging headlong through it.

"Roar!"

The tiger's roar shook the mountain forest, sending snow cascading down.

Li Xiang rode on Tiger Million's back, his body rising and falling slightly with each bound. The Ghost-Slaying Blade in his hand still trembled faintly, humming with a thirst for blood.

What lingered long enough was bound to find an echo.

A current of martial force arose with every pulse of the great dragon of his spine, spreading along his arm to the Ghost-Slaying Blade's dark red edge.

The martial force coiled like a roaming dragon, carrying both the air-shattering ferocity of crushing force and the sharpness of piercing force, which broke through a whole defense at a single point.

Ahead, a Ghoul covered in festering boils lunged at him.

Li Xiang's gaze did not waver. Nor did he swing his blade in a mighty slash. He merely flicked his wrist, and the Ghost-Slaying Blade darted like a spirit snake flicking its tongue, its tip tracing an exceptionally cunning arc through the air.

The momentum of a mountain's collapse, concentrated in a single point.

Before the Ghoul could even scream, its entire head burst like a watermelon struck by a sledgehammer.

That was the nature of crushing force. The instant the Ghost-Slaying Blade touched the Ghoul, it had already shattered the structure of its brain.

Tiger Million planted his paws on the Ghoul's fallen corpse and sprang toward the next target.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Riding the tiger, Li Xiang carved an empty corridor through the mass of ghosts with ruthless efficiency.

Wherever the tiger's paws passed, ghosts scattered.

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