The Ghost King Sect's Secret Art

Hearing the commotion, Qi Tianlong hurriedly looked over. When he saw the Blood Lord injured on the ground, he roared angrily, "Blood Lord, what are you doing? You can't even take down a young master in the Yin-Yang Realm?"

Coughing, the Blood Lord roared in uncontrollable fury, "I ✘✘ you, Qi Tianlong! Open your eyes and look at his cultivation! He's at the peak tribulation transcendence realm!

"He's even stronger than me! He's playing pig to eat the tiger, you idiot!"

Qi Tianlong looked, and sure enough, he was at the peak tribulation transcendence realm! This would be difficult to resolve. He hurriedly looked toward the Ghost King Sect's Ancestor Guixuan and transmitted his voice: "Ancestor, what do we do now? We can't take down the Shadow Pavilion like this!"

Ancestor Guixuan replied through voice transmission: "If all else fails, we can only use the secret art!"

Ancestor Guixuan was also at a disadvantage. Who could have imagined that this person who looked like a white-haired child was actually the Shadow Pavilion's deputy pavilion master, with strength at the peak tribulation transcendence realm?!

The Ghost King Sect possessed a wondrous secret art, like a peerless treasure. Only those of exalted status, such as the sect master, ancestors, and elders, were qualified to cultivate it.

This secret art was like a double-edged sword. Only by expending a vast amount of one's own origin blood essence could one obtain a realm increase as fleeting as a night-blooming flower!

Time passed like a white steed flashing past a crack; the secret art lasted only about a quarter of an hour!

Once that time passed, however, its user became like a guttering candle in the wind. Their cultivation realm fell, their blood and Qi origins were severely depleted, and their meridians were damaged, as though the essence of life had been drawn out of them.

The aftereffects of this art were like a demon's curse, damaging a martial artist's foundation and eroding their lifespan. Without the aid of rare medicinal pills, they would likely remain trapped in desperate straits for the rest of their life!

This secret art was called Netherworld Transformation. Its name thundered in the ears, yet hearing it made people pale with fear!

Watching the three forces gradually fall into disadvantage!

Ancestor Gui Ming shouted, "Hurry and use your trump cards, or we'll all perish here!"

Ancestor Gui Ming had never expected another deputy pavilion master of the Shadow Pavilion, or a young master whose cultivation suddenly changed from the mid Yin-Yang realm to the peak tribulation transcendence realm. Could he also know a secret art?

But it did not look like it. A secret art could not directly raise someone by an entire major realm either!

They could not drag this out any longer, or their entire force might be wiped out!

Ancestor Guixuan roared, "Secret art-Netherworld Transformation!"

The presence of the peak tribulation transcendence realm around him instantly erupted like a volcano, transforming into the terrifying pressure of the mid Reincarnation realm!

Boom! A suffocatingly powerful mid Reincarnation realm presence swept across the battlefield like towering, raging waves. Ancestor Guixuan stood upon the void, like a demonic god descending into the world!

"To think your Shadow Pavilion could force us into such desperate straits! But this ends here!"

"Heh, you used some sort of secret art, didn't you? I wonder how long it can last?"

Tianshan Tonglao likewise stood in the air as she spoke with a cold laugh.

"Hmph, it's already enough to kill you now!"

"Let me show you the gulf between heaven and earth that separates the Reincarnation Realm from the Tribulation Crossing Realm!"

"Die!" Ancestor Guixuan shouted!

He once again unleashed a mid-grade Profound-tier martial technique: Netherworld Kill!

Tianshan Tonglao did not dare be the slightest bit careless either. Although she could fight above her realm, there was still a considerable gap between her and Ancestor Guixuan, who was now in the mid Reincarnation realm!

Tianshan Tonglao thought to herself, Let's see just how many moves I can withstand.

She shouted, "Tianshan Kaiyang Palm!" Once again, she unleashed the supreme technique that had made her famous!

Boom! Boom! Netherworld Kill and Tianshan Kaiyang Palm collided with a thunderous crash, like two stars smashing together, erupting with heaven-destroying, earth-shattering destructive power.

Fortunately, all this happened in the air. Otherwise, half of Fengluo City might have been reduced to ashes!

After the clash, Tianshan Tonglao was clearly somewhat injured, with a little blood at the corner of her mouth! She staggered backward through the air, step after step, only stopping after more than a dozen steps! Her white hair had become somewhat disheveled, and her breathing was slightly uneven!

"Cough! Cough! There's still something of a gap!"

"Damn it!" Tianshan Tonglao muttered, her childish face somewhat pale!

Ancestor Guixuan, in contrast, had emerged from this exchange completely unscathed. A strike at the mid Reincarnation realm had injured Tianshan Tonglao!

The people of Fengluo City saw the scene. "Look, the Ghost King Sect's ancestor injured the Shadow Pavilion's deputy pavilion master!"

"The Ghost King Sect's ancestor really is so powerful!"

"The mid Reincarnation realm! He should be certain to win now, right? Wasn't he being suppressed at the start? This secret art turned the battle around!"

A martial artist said, "That's not necessarily true! Look, the Shadow Pavilion's pavilion master is still standing there without making a move!"

"Maybe he's in the Reincarnation Realm too!"

"What do you think? Is he?"

Another martial artist chimed in, "Mm, that should be possible!"

"Look, he seems very calm!"

"Even after the Ghost King Sect's ancestor used a secret art to become a Reincarnation Realm expert, he hasn't reacted?"

"Hmph, let me send you on your way!"

Ancestor Guixuan flashed forward and unleashed Netherworld Ghost Claw once again. A claw imprint shot straight toward Tianshan Tonglao's neck!

In the blink of an eye, just as the claw imprint was about to reach Tianshan Tonglao, a fierce sword light came racing over like lightning, slashing straight at Ancestor Guixuan's demonic claw-like imprint!

With a deafening boom, a figure appeared before Tianshan Tonglao like a divine warrior descending from heaven. It was none other than Yan Nantian!

"Tianshan Tonglao, withdraw and tend to your injuries!" Yan Nantian's voice rang like a great bell, deafeningly loud.

"Yes, Pavilion Master!" Tianshan Tonglao answered respectfully.

At that moment, the presence emanating from him shone like the rising morning sun. His cultivation was clearly at the early Reincarnation realm!

His Reincarnation Realm strength, however, was genuine, by no means comparable to that of those whose Reincarnation Realm was sustained by a secret art.

Once the secret art's duration ended, if Ancestor Guixuan could not take down Yan Nantian, the only thing awaiting him would be the tragic fate of death!

The spectating martial artists had another juicy melon to feast on!

"Look! The Shadow Pavilion's pavilion master has actually stepped in himself! He's in the Reincarnation Realm too! He's truly so mysterious!"

"Where exactly did this Shadow Pavilion come from? How can it be so powerful?"

Seeing Netherworld Ghost Claw blocked, Ancestor Guixuan did not attack again for the moment!

"Pavilion Master of the Shadow Pavilion, to think you're actually in the Reincarnation Realm! You've hidden yourself so deeply!" Ancestor Guixuan said, his face filled with wariness!

His secret art only lasted a quarter of an hour. The advantage he had just gained was gone again. If they kept fighting, their entire group would be wiped out!

Although he had relied on a secret art to reach the mid Reincarnation realm, that did not mean he could take down Yan Nantian!

"Heh, let's exchange a few moves! Let's see how strong your Reincarnation Realm is," Yan Nantian said mildly.

Divine Sword Art streaked across the sky like a meteor! Yan Nantian casually swung his sword, and an enormous sword light shot forth like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, flashing away in an instant!

It appeared as calm as windless waters, yet hidden intricacies lay within. The powerful sword intent it contained seemed capable of tearing the void apart!

At the sight, Ancestor Guixuan's face instantly turned as white as paper. Not daring to show the slightest carelessness, he prepared to use every means at his disposal to defend himself, as though facing a formidable enemy!

Yet the sword intent had already locked firmly onto him. Like a moth caught in a spiderweb, he could not escape even with wings! This Shadow Pavilion's pavilion master was actually a sword master who concealed his abilities so deeply!

Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, Ancestor Guixuan hurriedly shouted, his voice ringing like a great bell, "Shield of Forest Ghosts! Open!"

In an instant, a swarm of ink-black ghostly shadows surged from his body, piling layer upon layer like a human pyramid and rapidly forming an enormous black shield around him!

Whoosh! The sword light raced over like lightning and slammed viciously into Ancestor Guixuan's shield, producing a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering crash!

Boom! Boom! After the thunderous crashes, Ancestor Guixuan and his shield flew backward like a kite with its string cut, retreating a full ten zhang!

"Whew! That was close! I finally blocked it!"

As though relieved of a heavy burden, Ancestor Guixuan let out a long breath!

"Oh, not bad. You managed to block twenty percent of my Sword Qi!" Yan Nantian said mildly.

"But your shield will shatter with the next strike! Reincarnation Realm cultivation sustained by a secret art is simply too hollow and weak in the end!"

"I'll have to get a little serious next!" Yan Nantian murmured to himself!

"Divine Sword Art, first form: Divine Sword Strike!"

Yan Nantian was like a volcano about to erupt. The sword intent around him surged like raging magma, and the swords of the surrounding martial artists seemed to be ignited by his sword intent, yearning to soar into the clouds like birds!

"Divine Sword Strike, slash!" This sword strike was like thunder from the nine heavens. Sword light dozens of times stronger than before raced past like lightning, its might even fiercer, as though it would tear the sky in two!

Ancestor Guixuan's face instantly turned deathly pale, like cold ashes. He cried out in terror, "Stop, stop! Sir, we can talk this out!

"Our Ghost King Sect admits defeat!"

This strike, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, made Ancestor Guixuan feel a mortal threat unlike any he had ever experienced!

"Heh, do you think our Shadow Pavilion is somewhere you can trample as you please?

"Come whenever you want? Stop whenever you want? Everyone who came today will sleep here forever and become fertilizer for this land!"

Boom! The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor!

"Ah, no!!!" Boom! After the sword light passed, Ancestor Guixuan plummeted straight out of the sky like a kite with its string cut. His eyes were wide open, as though he had seen the end of the world, and all signs of life were gone. His clothes were shredded into strips, his hair hung loose like tangled weeds, and blood streamed from the corner of his mouth like a gushing spring.