A hundred zhang, a thousand zhang...
The abomination crawling upon the earth kept raising its body, countless bloody palms sweeping out indiscriminately.
Fierce and tyrannical, it cowed the host of ghosts with its brutal might, and none dared press it too hard. Under Madam Yun's command, the ghost cultivators formed an array around it, ensuring that the "Ghost God Abomination" could not escape.
"Go."
White radiance lit up the sky, like moonlight shimmering on water, illuminating the pitch-black Ghost Domain.
It was a curved blade, suspended in the sky like a crescent moon casting down its light. As its splendor flickered, flying blades continuously shot toward the abomination below.
"The Cold Moon Demon Blade."
Hong Xu said softly to Young Lord Youxuan, "Legend says it was the weapon of a Cold Moon Demon Lord from several thousand years ago. After he died, this blade... this blade was said to have vanished."
Thirty-six God-Slaying Demon Seals—it was only one final step away from becoming an imperial treasure.
The cold blade spun, and no matter how the bloody palms below proliferated, they were sliced clean away in an instant.
The young man nodded slightly, observing the direction in which the abomination moved.
To cement his identity as a cultivator of the Myriad Demons Continent, he had to publicly use one of its signature techniques and dispel Madam Yun's suspicions.
This abomination, pieced together by the Yellow Matron Spirit Deity, happened to be a fitting target.
After his true self sent over a secret incantation taught by the Demon Tome, the young man stepped beyond the bounds of the Nine-Dragon Carriage.
"Guard the carriage. This lord will be back shortly."
Demonic qi stirred, and the young lord used the Heavenly Demon Secret Art to teleport to the abomination's eastern side.
Madam Yun