The Ghost King was aghast. He hurriedly unleashed the power he had gathered through both arms, blocking the golden arcs' path. At the same time, he wrenched his body sideways, forcibly breaking free of the Sword Formation's restraints and shifting roughly ten feet to the left.
The divine thunder then collided with the black fist shadows he had unleashed and his fists, which had little flesh left on them.
With a deafening sizzle and crack, the rotten flesh on the Ghost King's fists was blasted into blood mist that scattered through the air.
Although the Ghost King had dodged most of the divine thunder, Xiao Yu directed the arcs that had missed to curve around and pursue him again.
"Fellow Daoist, stop! Let me explain! I really did remember a few things incorrectly. I'll tell you again..." the Ghost King cried in terror, trying to make Xiao Yu stop attacking. At the same time, he rapidly repeated the location of the nine-curved spirit ginseng and the secret formula for refining it.
Compared with his earlier account, the location of the spirit ginseng remained the same, but the secret formula now omitted one ingredient, and the proportions of three auxiliary ingredients had changed.
"Hmph! I knew you weren't being honest." By now, Xiao Yu was fairly certain that the Ghost King's account of the nine-curved spirit ginseng and the secret formula was genuine.
That being the case, there was no need to keep the Ghost King alive. A ruthless gleam flashed through Xiao Yu's eyes. He expended another substantial portion of his magical power to activate the Sword Formation again, unleashing its full might. At the same time, he drew out most of the remaining Evil-Warding Divine Thunder from the Golden Bamboo Divine Thunder Swords, transforming it into a golden python