"Tap."
The Ghost Lord stepped out of the painting, looking very much like a layabout who had slept at home all day and only ventured out when the sun was about to set.
Compared with Old Smoky Ghost and Red Lion, the Ghost Lord's entrance seemed rather unremarkable.
The Ghost Lord glanced at the sky, then turned to Xu Taiping beside him and said with some regret:
"Why did you pick such a pitch-dark hour to call me out?"
They were different from Fairy Lingyue and the others in the gourd.
Until Xu Taiping woke them, the Ghost Lord and the others in the paintings had no way of knowing what was happening outside.
Xu Taiping glanced above the street and murmured:
"If I hadn't called you out, neither of us might ever get to see a sight like tonight's again."
Above the street, the enormous clone that Biyou Palace's Palace Master Dong Qiushui had conjured from his own true essence was confronting the smoke Old Smoky Ghost had exhaled.
"Boom!"
Just then, Elder Liu, who had already been forced onto the back foot by Old Smoky Ghost, pushed his gravely wounded body and once again summoned the true fire Sword Qi from his gourd. A thousand swords shot out together, hurtling straight at Old Smoky Ghost.
"Boom!"
Left with no choice, Old Smoky Ghost inhaled his last bowl of tobacco in a single breath and revealed his true Ghost King form, over thirty feet tall. As he blocked a blow from the gigantic palm of Dong Qiushui's clone, he swung his enormous pipe bowl at the thousands of streams of true fire Sword Qi.
"Bang!"
Amid the tremendous crash, Old Smoky Ghost's pipe bowl scattered only a dozen or so streams of Sword Qi before the impact knocked his