Gu Chenfeng reached out and gently stroked the Peachwood Coffin floating before him. It felt cool and smooth, its texture like fine jade.
He raised his head to look at the Yaksha King charging straight at him, bearing a towering tide of yin miasma.
Gu Chenfeng thought to himself, Peachwood can subdue sinister things. Celestial Master Zhang once slept within this Peachwood Coffin, suppressing Xiahou Che for thousands of years.
Presumably, it should have some restraining effect on this evil thing too.
Gu Chenfeng had yet to work out how to wield the Peachwood Coffin.
But drawing on his experience of wielding Tongtong's Bronze Coffin, he chose the most direct method.
As his hand stroked the protruding base at one corner of the wooden coffin, Gu Chenfeng abruptly clamped his five fingers around it.
Whoosh!
As though swinging a great hammer, Gu Chenfeng swung the coffin down at the charging Yaksha Ghost King's head, striking the enormous ghost claw hurtling through the air.
Bang...!
A muffled thunderclap erupted. The instant the ink-black Peachwood Coffin touched the yaksha's ghost claw, the thunder runes winding across its surface flashed with lightning.
Rumble...!
It was as though lightning had truly struck the yaksha.
"Roar!"
The Yaksha Ghost King let out a shriek of pain and was sent hurtling backward.
Hiss, hiss...!
His ghost claw, wreathed in yin miasma, was now streaming blue smoke. Vast quantities of yin miasma turned into billowing blue smoke and dissipated.
"What?!"
In the distance, Luo Ji, who was waving the Yama Banner to control the Yaksha Ghost King, was shocked by the sight.
Gu Chenfeng, meanwhile, was overjoyed.
"Celestial Master Zhang's coffin truly is no ordinary treasure."
Whoosh!
He immediately turned into a streak of starlight and gave chase at top speed, swinging the Peachwood Coffin and smashing