Life, Death, Bestowal, and Seizure, Tempering Dao with Borrowed Wind

The green-faced Ghost King slowly raised the mask and put it on his face.

The hollows at the corners of the mask's mouth fit seamlessly around those outward-curving fangs.

As the three examined it closely, they could see that the black portions of the mask were formed from charred, resentful souls, while the red portions were trails of winding bloodstains.

The mask had no mouth, nose, or ears, only four closed eyes that had yet to open.

The instant the Ghost King donned the mask, a visible trace of excitement appeared on Yun Xiwu's face.

For the aura emanating from the Ghost King had finally reached the level she had anticipated. It was now worthy of a battle!

Yet just as Yun Xiwu mobilized the Azure Nether Divine Wind, the killing intent around the green-faced Ghost King, now wearing the mask, surged anew after a brief pause!

Along with it came a murmur like the chanting of evil ghosts.

"Life."

"Death."

"Bestowal."

"Seizure."

Four cold, hoarse words emerged from beneath the mask.

Each time a word was spoken, one eye on the mask opened.

When all four eyes had opened, the Ghost King raised an arm and grasped through the howling winds, seizing a pitch-black giant axe in midair.

With the giant axe in hand and all four eyes glaring wide, he spoke once more beneath the mask. "All are in my hands!"

Boom!

The next instant, the Ghost King swung the giant axe, stirring the winds and clouds of this place. With the force of withering dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, he cleaved apart the boundless Azure Nether Divine Wind and charged straight at Yun Xiwu.

Seeing this, Yun Xiwu showed no fear. Instead, she burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Good, good, good! Only such ferocity