Just as fear gripped Tang Changsheng, a band of Ghost Soldiers charged to kill him. The powerful figures in the hall dared not enter the fray themselves, so they summoned the Ghost Gods outside and sent them against him.
Every Ghost Soldier wore heavy armor. In life, they had been the finest Elite Guards under Marquis Wu, and there were many of them. As they surged forward, their ferocity was enough to make anyone take notice...
Tang Changsheng could no longer use the Yin Soldier Camp Board.
Nor had he brought the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. With a sigh, he drew the Demon-Slaying Sword. He ran two fingers along its sharp edge, then traced them across the Cinnabar Talismans on the blade.
A soft White Light rose from the Demon-Slaying Sword. As he swung it, a blade of light three inches long sprang from its edge. One stroke cut the Ghost Soldier at the front in two...
The Ghost Soldier turned into a cloud of Gray Aura and tried to gather itself back together. But red light surged from the wounds the blade had made, preventing the mist from closing.
A scream came from the cloud. Then it dissipated completely, its soul scattered to the winds.
"Why are they so weak?"
Tang Changsheng was startled after killing a Ghost Soldier with one stroke. Not because these Ghost Soldiers were too Qiang, but because they were too weak. They were merely Vicious Ghosts.
Even the Green King and Fang Xin kept dozens of Vicious Ghosts and Ferocious Ghosts under their command.
Yet the Ghost Soldiers raised in the State Shrine Blessed Land of the mighty Marquis Wu were only Vicious Ghosts too? That made no sense.
In the past, Tang Changsheng had been somewhat wary of Vicious Ghosts.
But his cultivation