After scattering the Silver Needles with a shock, Ghost King Wangyin charged straight at Liu Dacheng.
Seeing Ghost King Wangyin break through the Silver Needles, Liu Dacheng showed not the slightest panic.
He knew what sort of expert he faced. Five years ago, he could never have imagined himself exchanging blows with someone like this.
Now, however, he had that strength, and it certainly did not rest on his Needle Technique alone.
The Yin Demon Divine Skill was indeed a wondrous Cultivation Method. Ever since Liu Dacheng had begun practicing it, his Internal Power had risen rapidly. In just five short years, it had become sufficient to rival Ghost King Wangyin's.
"They say the Ghost Gate's Cultivation Method is the Ghost Spirit Nine Transformations Art. I wonder how many transformations you've actually learned!" With that, Liu Dacheng went forward to meet him.
"Even without the Ghost Spirit Nine Transformations Art, I could still tear you into ten thousand pieces!" Ghost King Wangyin roared, his palms turning into countless palm shadows that struck toward Liu Dacheng.
Liu Dacheng moved, his figure transforming like a ghost into myriad phantoms that wove continually through the palm shadows. He quickly broke through their blockade and appeared right before Ghost King Wangyin.
"Even if you've learned the Ghost Spirit Nine Transformations Art, it's probably incomplete. But this steward's Yin Demon Divine Skill is complete. I refuse to believe I'll lose to you!" Liu Dacheng slowly extended his right hand, pointing a finger toward Ghost King Wangyin's chest.
Ghost King Wangyin was inwardly startled. He had not expected Liu Dacheng to be so fast, or even to evade his palm strike.
However, when Liu Dacheng reached out to strike his chest, he could not help snorting coldly. "You're courting death!"
Such a blatant finger strike made