"Little Su, don't just stand there! Hurry and do something!"
The old village chief looked at Zhao Su, who stood there at a loss, and shouted.
"I don't know if I can do it. Grandma taught me a few things, but I've never actually tried them."
Although his grandmother had taught Zhao Su many secret arts as he grew up, they had all been theoretical, because his Martial Soul had always been sealed for some reason.
So Zhao Su was little different from an ordinary person without a Martial Soul.
That made things rather awkward.
Watching the villagers struggling to hold on collapse one after another, the old village chief gritted his teeth, no longer able to worry about the consequences.
"We can't worry about that now. Follow my lead!"
Most of those straining to keep the Evil Ghost King from breaking free of the seal were Zhao Su's age and had grown up with him.
Seeing them cough up blood and fall one after another, Zhao Su was frantic too.
So when he heard the old village chief's words, he followed him in forming hand seals without thinking further.
Bzzz!
A white light appeared around Zhao Su.
At once, Dao Rhythm suffused his entire body. A treasured sword emerged from within him, radiating powerful sword intent as it slashed toward the Evil Ghost King's three souls.
Once the Emperor Seven Kill Sword appeared, the Evil Ghost King seemed to sense the danger as well.
He immediately fell quiet.
He hid his three souls inside the tomb that suppressed him.
"Three Thousand Dao Arts, Soul-Seizing Art!"
Zhao Su seemed to have become a different person. As his hands formed seals, a terrifying aura enveloped the entire tomb.
He drew out all the Soul Power the Evil Ghost King had seized,