Just then, a cold voice suddenly burst forth from the distance.
Swish, swish!!!
In the next moment, two talismanic runes shot through the air like streaks of light and slammed directly into the chests of the two Shadow-level ghosts.
Boom!!!
Boom!!!!
With two deafening explosions, the Shadows were instantly blown backward, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness. Their ghostly forms turned extremely faint, as if they were about to dissipate at any moment.
This scene immediately made the Red-clothed Malevolent Ghost frown, her expression turning cold and severe.
"A mid-stage Red-clothed Malevolent Ghost… I didn't expect a place as small as Renjia Town to have someone of your level.
Just so happens, I'm looking for a subordinate like you. So, will you surrender willingly, or do I have to break you before you yield?"
At that moment, a calm yet magnetic voice echoed from afar.
Then, a young man in a white robe slowly walked out from the distance. Upon seeing Ling Xiao, all the Zombies nearby immediately parted to make way for him.
At the same time, they all respectfully knelt on one knee, as if welcoming their king.
Seeing Ling Xiao approach like a sovereign, the Red-clothed Malevolent Ghost's expression subtly changed!
Anyone who could tame the Hair Zombie must possess extraordinary power.
"Hmph, for me, the Wushan Ghost Mother, to submit—unless your strength surpasses mine!"
The Wushan Ghost Mother let out a cold snort.
"But tell me this—who exactly are you? In an age like this where Heaven and Earth are devoid of spiritual energy, how can a cultivation genius like you exist?"
She stared at Ling Xiao, her expression grave.
This era was nothing like hundreds or thousands of years ago when the world was rich in spiritual energy.
For someone of Ling Xiao's age, not to mention controlling a Hair Zombie, even reaching the Seventh or Eighth Heaven of the Human Master Realm would already make him a supreme genius.
Even for demonic cultivators, such progress at this age was impossible. And Ling Xiao bore no trace of Yin energy or demonic aura whatsoever.
She was truly shocked and couldn't tell what sect or lineage Ling Xiao came from.
"You know Taoist Priest Yi Mei, right?"
Ling Xiao asked with a smile upon seeing her curiosity.
"Yi Mei!? You mean Lin Fengjiao!? Just a defeated lackey. What's your relation to him?"
The moment she heard the name Uncle Nine, the Wushan Ghost Mother scoffed coldly!
"So it's true. My master was the one you injured back then. Very well—let's settle all our old scores here today."
Upon hearing her words, Ling Xiao's face turned cold.
If it weren't for Uncle Nine saving and raising him, he would've died in the wild long ago.
Back then, he lacked the strength—but now, it was time to avenge Uncle Nine.
"Hahaha! So you're Lin Fengjiao's disciple? Arrogant fool. Even your master couldn't defeat me, what makes you think you can?
Since you're courting death, I'll oblige you!"
Hearing Ling Xiao's declaration, the Wushan Ghost Mother burst into maniacal laughter.
So it was only Lin Fengjiao's disciple—he had no powerful backing. After all, Mount Mao was far away and hard to reach.
If she killed Ling Xiao and his Zombies here, who would know?
Boom!!!!
In an instant, terrifying waves of sinister energy erupted from her body like a torrential flood.
Rumble rumble rumble!!!!
Thunderous roars rang out one after another in the sky above, as bolts of thunder descended from the heavens.
The townspeople of Renjia Town in the distance—and even Uncle Nine, who was at Potter's Field—heard the rumbling thunder.
Uncle Nine stepped into the courtyard and looked toward the graveyard of Renjia Town, several kilometers away, where thunder was violently crashing down from the sky, his expression darkening.
"What intense Yin energy! What is that Wushan Ghost Mother up to this time?!"
Uncle Nine looked deeply troubled.
Without hesitation, he rushed into the main hall, quickly donned his Taoist robes, grabbed the Patriarch's horsetail whisk, his money sword, and a stack of talisman papers, and dashed out of Potter's Field, heading straight for the graveyard.
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On the other side—
"Ghost Sea Surge!!!!"
A voice laced with extreme malice burst from the mouth of the Red-clothed Malevolent Ghost.
Her body began to expand wildly.
The red ghostly figure grew rapidly, soon towering dozens of meters high.
No wonder she had once nearly killed Uncle Nine in the past.
Roar! Roar!!!
In the next moment, anguished howls echoed from within her body.
Suddenly, thousands of ghostly figures surged forth from within her.
Though she had spoken arrogantly earlier, the Wushan Ghost Mother clearly didn't take any chances—she immediately unleashed her ultimate technique.
Back then, if she had used this move, Uncle Nine wouldn't have made it back alive.
"Hm? These ghosts!!!"
Just then, Ling Xiao suddenly noticed that many of the ghostly figures were familiar to him—they were people from Renjia Town who had died in recent years.
Thousands of ghost shadows charged madly toward Ling Xiao.
His expression turned utterly cold.
"You actually refined all the souls of the people who've died in Renjia Town over the past centuries. I was going to spare your life—clearly, that's no longer necessary!"
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