Li Xiang held his blade in one hand, standing as immovable as a mountain. His voice carried clearly through the clamor of battle to the two men.
"I said my timing wasn't bad."
"But have you misunderstood something?"
Blue light blazed in Li Xiang's Dharma Eye. He swept a cold gaze over the Ghost Tide surging toward him and spoke one word at a time.
"I've always played it safe."
"When have you ever seen me come alone to throw my life away?"
The instant his words fell—
Boom!
Amid the flood of ghost troops behind Li Xiang, less than ten zhang from him, five Old Consumptive Ghosts who had been shuffling along with hunched backs, reeking of Corpse Qi, suddenly stopped.
Then, under the horrified, bewildered gazes of the ghost soldiers around them—
Riiip!
The shrill sound of tearing cloth rang out all at once.
All five reached up and tore away the Corpse Ghoul skins stitched around them with the secret arts of Paper Effigy Makers and Embalmers.
Their disguises were gone!
Five terrifying auras, suppressed for half a month, erupted in the heart of the Netherworld's army like five volcanoes exploding at once!
"I was suffocating in there!"
A furious roar like a great bronze bell shook the low-level wandering souls within a hundred zhang into drifting ash.
The moment Guo Kai shed his skin, his iron-tower frame shot several inches taller.
He clenched his fists. The Coiling Dragon Tendons beneath his flesh made a teeth-aching sound like bowstrings snapping.
Earth-yellow Sky-Supporting Force poured wildly from every pore like a river bursting its banks, taking shape above him as an immense, heavy silhouette of astral force.
"Get out of my way!"
Guo Kai bent his knees and hurled himself straight into the oncoming formation of Red-Rumped Ghost