"Ten Thousand Ghosts and all spirits, heed my command, draw in baleful qi and gather it within..."
The Ghost Refining Sect disciples spoke in unison, chanting an exceedingly sinister incantation that could forcibly detonate their ghost puppets.
The sight made the ghost puppets' eyes nearly split with fury.
"Damn it, even if we explode, we'll take one of these lowly Ghost Refining Sect disciples with us!"
"Brothers from outside, please stand back a little. We don't want to hurt you."
"That's right. We signed contracts with these bastards through a heretical technique, and we lost control of our own fates long ago. We're happy you came to save us. That's enough. Stand back."
"Watch how we drag these bastards down to hell with us!"
"..."
The scene was incomparably tragic and heroic. Ghost puppet after ghost puppet charged toward death without hesitation, each rushing downward harder than the last and locking their arms around Ghost Refining Sect disciples.
When the incantation ended.
Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
Terrifying explosions erupted everywhere. Baleful qi ran wild, and severed limbs and mangled bodies flew through the air.
Before Jiang Chen even acted, the Ghost Refining Sect had descended into internal strife and suffered devastating losses.
"Dad, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"You've brought despicable, shameless, and underhanded behavior to perfection! Your son admires you! I admire you beyond words!"
Tie Zhu praised him enthusiastically, only to discover that Jiang Chen's face was growing darker and darker.
But Jiang Chen had no time to bother with this stupid flood dragon. Instead, he stared at the ghosts blown to pieces ahead, his face filled with anguish.
"Damn it! God fucking damn it!"
"Ghost Refining Sect, fuck your ancestors!"
Jiang Chen lunged downward, hoisted the Yin God Hammer, and began a frenzied slaughter. His eyes were bloodshot, and