The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, at such a realm of prowess, never believed in luck. But now, he was certain that his luck was bad, otherwise why would he be so unfortunate?
Ever since the moment he met Pei Xuanjing, a series of unfortunate events had befallen him in the Yin Department. Not only had he lost many men, but his plots had also continuously failed, and now even his own life was in danger.
"Ghost Emperor of the Fengdu, I have long heard of your name." Pei Xuanjing's cold voice echoed in every direction, locking onto the Ghost Emperor's aura, leaving him with no chance of escape.
"Pei Xuanjing," the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu sneered, his voice filled with anger, "If it weren't for that fool, do you think you would have the chance to speak to me like this?"
Thinking about how he had invited numerous powerful individuals to deal with Pei Xuanjing, only to be refused, then finally managed to lure the Seven Kills Sword Master, only to have Pei Xuanjing find him before he made his move.
The Seven Kills Sword Master, whom he considered a crucial ally, disregarded his objections and directly went to challenge Pei Xuanjing.
Even if he lost, he was willing to die trying. This sudden turn of events had caught even him off guard.
Pei Xuanjing proudly stood on a perch, toying with the Seven Kills Sword in his hands, chuckling: "It seems that the Ghost Emperor is very angry, isn't he?"
The Ghost Emperor of the Fengdu, visibly annoyed, replied: "Do you think I have no right to be angry?"
The Seven Kills Sword Master perished simply, putting him in danger, which made him furious to no end.
Pei Xuanjing shook his head and said, "I believe, you don't have the right."
"What?" The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu suddenly erupted with an intense aura, asking coldly, "What do you mean?"'
His voice was filled with an eerie and chilling undertone. Though he hadn't activated his Martial Arts intent, the temperature within the whole mansion dropped as if winter had arrived.
Pei Xuanjing smiled faintly, flicked his finger on the Seven Kills Sword, and the crisp sound of the sword emanating set off a cold wave, completely unfazed.
"The Seven Kills Sword Master is a pure and true swordsman, which is more than a hidden rat like you can question." He scoffed.
In his view, the Seven Kills Sword Master was far more pleasant to the eye than the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
Both are considered evil outcasts by many. One is the Ghost Emperor of the Yin Department, and the other is the leader of the Demonic Cult.
However, in Pei Xuanjing's eyes, the Seven Kills Sword Master may be notorious, but facing him, one would know that he is not a crafty or scheming person.
Earlier when the latter wanted to challenge him, he did not choose to join forces with the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu despite being at a disadvantage. It shows a quality worthy of Pei Xuanjing's respect.
On the other hand, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu is like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, resorting to treachery and deceit to harm his enemies.
"How dare you insult me!" The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was furious upon hearing this and could no longer suppress his murderous intent: "Pei Xuanjing, you've got a death wish!"
As he spoke, his aura grew stronger, his True Qi surged, his Blood Qi rose, and a Divine Saber emerged in his hand. It rushed toward Pei Xuanjing with an overwhelming killing intent.
His intimidating aura was fully unveiled, making the atmosphere resemble hell's – eerie and mysterious.
Unfazed, Pei Xuanjing held onto his Seven Kills Sword without moving, passing the sword from his right hand to his left, then formed a palm with his five fingers. The purple thunder converged, he sent his palm toward the enemy.
The thunder was rigid and strong, it was meant to destroy evil and expel demons.
This Shenxiao Thunder Palm of his was extraordinarily powerful in itself, but its power increased by three times when used against such evil strong practitioners as the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
Boom!
The sky above the mansion changed, continuous thunderclaps could be heard, as if thunder was striking down from the sky.
The giant purple palm imprint clashed with the sword light. Though the sword light broke the palm imprint, it was weakened and gradually dissipated.
Pei Xuanjing held onto the Seven Kills Sword with his left hand, his robe waving in the wind, his hair fluttering, his eyes deep and impenetrable. He just stared coldly at the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
At this point, black smoke enveloped the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, and a continuous howling sound could be heard around him as if countless ghosts were wailing at his side
The Divine Saber in his hand didn't radiate the divine glow seen on the Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon, but instead it retracted the glow, enshrouding an eerie and peculiar aura.
"Kill!
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu roared and struck again.
As an assassin, indecisiveness was never part of his nature.
He was aware that since Pei Xuanjing was intent on him, there was no way he would easily let him go.
Besides, from the moment the Seven Kills Sword Master died, his chance of escaoe diminished greatlv.
Yet, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu remained unafraid.
Even if Pei Xuanjing's extraordinary strength that day on Dragon Tiger Mountain induced fear in many, it certainly did not intimidate him.
If he were really afraid of Pei Xuanjing, he should've been hiding in some corner at present, not preparing to ambush Pei Xuanjing with his allies.
As an individual ranked fourth on Bai Xiaosheng's Supreme List, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was prideful. Even if he was weaker than his opponent, he didn't think that Pei Xuanjing could kill him.
Being reputed in the martial world for nearly a century, he had countless tricks up his sleeve. He was confident that even if the Supreme Master himself took action, he might not be able to keep him.
More importantly, could Pei Xuanjing, who had just fought a major battle with the Seven Kills Sword Master, still defeat him?
The brief exchange between the two of them seemed short, but Fengdu Ghost Emperor, a fellow powerhouse, was clear. The energy they expended during their exchange was tremendously colossal.
After all, as a Seven Kills Sword Master, even if he was not on par with himself, he was nevertheless a master just below the supreme level in the martial world.
How much strength Pei Xuanjing still had, despite his carefree appearance, was still unknown.
Pei Xuanjing was unaware of the plans in Fengdu Ghost Emperor's heart. What he worried about most was his opponent fleeing. Now, seeing the Fengdu Ghost Emperor taking the initiative to make his move, he was not angry, but gladly showed a smile on his face.
"You've come at the right time!"
Pei Xuanjing said coldly, transforming his palm into a fist, revolved the innate Thunder Gang Qi, covered his entire body with a purplish-blue aura, while his muscles and bones slowly swelled, as if filled with countless forces. This was a sign of the release of the Shenxiao Mysterious Skill.
The martial art Pei Xuanjing originally practised was the Dragon Elephant Art created by the Vajra Monk of Diamond Gate, but because the ninth level of bodily martial arts needed to be cultivated, it required understanding of the Esoteric Sect.
Therefore, in life simulation, Pei Xuanjing had carved out a brand new method of bodily martial arts cultivation according to his own understanding.
He always had the idea of integrating what he had learnt and creating a physical martial art unique to himself. After experiencing the power of thunder, which could strengthen the spiritualization of the body, Pei Xuanjing incorporated it into the mix.
The so-called Shenxiao Mysterious Skill was the name he gave to this technique.
Although the technique was not fully developed yet, Pei Xuanjing believed it was in no way inferior to the original Dragon Elephant Art and even surpassed it.
He threw out a punch, causing crackling sounds to come from his muscles and bones. His blood boiled, and hot airwaves rolled. A continuous and explosive sound seemed to blow up the air.
He didn't use any tricks, just this pure and ultimate force, seemingly intending
to smash Fengdu Ghost Emperor to death.
This person's physical strength is rare in the world.
Fengdu Ghost Emperor's face was solemn, apparently, the power embodied in Pei Xuanjing's move shocked him tremendously.
Even seeing it was one thing, but actually facing it was terrifying.
Clang!
Pei Xuanjing's fist hit the Divine Saber of Fengdu Ghost Emperor, causing an intense sound of metal colliding.
His fist wrapped with innate Thunder Gang Qi collided with Fengdu Ghost Emperor's Divine Saber, but it did not leave any damage.
On the contrary, the arm holding the saber turned numb from the tremendous force and was almost shaken out of his hand.
Though he appeared calm on the surface, waves rose in his heart, and he was incredibly shocked.
After all, this saber in his hand was indeed a ten thousand-forged divine weapon, unpredictable in its power.
Even with Pei Xuanjing's fully bloomed body, just smashing the back of the saber with a fist would not leave him unscathed. Even if his skin did not peel and his flesh did not bloom, at least some wounds should be left.
However, the opponent's still white and slender hand made Fengdu Ghost Emperor somewhat incredulous.
Pei Xuanjing also had a cold breath in his heart for the first time, and luck saved him.
The Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon is indeed extraordinary, and its hardness cannot be compared with that of the Thousand Refinement Divine Weapon. The hardness was incomparable, regardless of other aspects.
He can now be certain that the smith who cast the Shenxiao Sword's claim that its hardness can rival the Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon was bluffing.
If his hands hadn't been completely spiritualized this time, just this punch would have surely broken his fingers and caused his skin to peel and flesh to bloom.
Even without any injuries, the tremendous rebound force made his arm numb. It can be said that since his physical body became fully bloomed, Pei Xuanjing had never been at such a disadvantage.
The test with the old celestial teacher, which had gone flesh to flesh, had not been as horrifying as this.
Whew…
Pei Xuanjing exhaled a mouthful of stale air, no longer underestimating the situation as he had before. The Seven Kills Sword fell into his palm.
The moment he held the sword again, Pei Xuanjing's aura changed.
After being nurtured by the successive sword masters of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, the Seven Kills Sword even though it had not yet been promoted to a Ten Thousand-forged Divine Weapon possessed a touch of agility. It had a slight struggle and resistance against the enemy who just killed the Seven Kills Sword Master.
However, when Pei Xuanjing's sword intent was released without any reservation, the initially struggling Seven Kills Sword instantly surrendered. His aura was sharper and more terrifying than when he held the bamboo sword.
An aura that was sharp and brilliant like the sun directly rose into the sky, leaving Fengdu Ghost Emperor incredibly astonished.
The domineering, decisive sword intent came in a rush, which even he found terrifyingly overwhelming.
Pei Xuanjing, holding his sword, combined with the soaring killing aura of the Seven Kills Sword, made his sword intent even more terrifying.
Clang!
A sword slashed out as if it appeared out of thin air. Luckily, Fengdu Ghost Emperor was already on guard and blocked this sword with his own. Had it been anvone else, thev would have died under the sword.
Ting ting tang tang, the two's saber and sword constantly made a deafening clashing sound, just like thunder and lightning, making a violent vibration, resonating in all directions.
The positions of the two changed rapidly, exchanging numerous blows in an instant. Numerous saber Qi and sword Qi interweaved, filling the entire manor with sword Qi and saber Qi.
Dust and smoke rose, and shards of stone flew.
As dusk gradually fell, the figures of the two people were almost invisible in the dark night, with only endless flashes of light from the swords and sabers flickering.
Each exchange was a dance with life and death, without any room for distraction..
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was truly worthy of Bai Xiaosheng's recognition as the fourth strongest figure in the martial world. He not only excelled in swordsmanship but also possessed mysterious and unpredictable skills, materializing and disappearing impossibly.
Even the domineering and decisive sword intent of Pei Xuanjing struggled against these exceptional abilities.
As long as the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu did not choose to confront Pei Xuanjing head -on, constantly evading and engaging in this maneuver-centric fight, Pei Xuanjing's aggressive power had no significant advantage for a short period of time.
Pei Xuanjing's sword intent, originally domineering and decisive, was now complemented by the Seven Kills Sword, its beam sharp, with an aura of slaughter permeating the air.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu's swordsmanship was somewhat similar to Yama King's, both eerie and unpredictable, the sharp rays of the blade flickering uncertainly, alternating between reality and illusion.
Be aware that Pei Xuanjing's interactions with the old Retired Emperor on Dragon Tiger Mountain were not of long duration, especially during the period when some people were in contact with the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, seeking to ambush Pei Xuanjing, so he lingered near Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The underworld stronghold wasn't particularly covert, many entities were clear about which faction was behind the estate.
When Pei Xuanjing arrived here, he didn't conceal himself. So not long after his appearance, someone became aware of his presence, leading countless masters to rush to the scene.
When they arrived, it was during the intense clash between Pei Xuanjing and the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
The confrontation between them within the estate stirred up Wind and Thunder, changing the celestial phenomena and making a grand spectacle of rolling thunder echoing akin to celestial drums.
An eerie, insidious voice of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu could be heard: "Pei Xuanjing, you killed the Seven Kills Sword Master. The people of the Demonic
Cult are sure to seek your life."
"What, he actually killed the Seven Kills Sword Master?"
The many masters who had originally been watching, suddenly changed their faces, which started a clamor.
Pei Xuanjing understood the intention of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu. He knew the latter wanted to take this opportunity to publicize the fact that he had killed the Seven Kills Sword Master, to attract the pursuit of the Demonic Cult.
However, Pei Xuanjing didn't care about this. He replied coldly: "I am not sure whether the people of the Demonic Cult are coming or not. But what I do know is that you are doomed today."
As he spoke, the sword in Pei Xuanjing's hand became faster and the light of the sword became more piercing.
He went straight into action, rising into the air like a celestial being, his intimidating presence reflecting a divine judgement on all beings.
The resplendent swordplay was like a sword descending from the heavens, a rainbow piercing the sun.
The bursts of sword light alternated unpredictably, like a dazzling electrical discharge or a prolonged rainbow spanning the sky.
The Flying Immortal descended from the heavens towards the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu did not want to delay any longer. More and more people were coming, which was also unfavorable for him.
Owing to his past actions, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had offended countless people over the years. It was possible that his enemies would show up.
With apprehension flashing in his eyes, he made a sudden move, ominously saying: "Pei Xuanjing, you are forcing me!"
The divine saber in his hand flickered, and a strange momentum began to rise.
Hungry Ghost Path – Killing Life!
This was a sword art the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had obtained from the Netherworld Book, its name being inspired by the Hungry Ghost Path in the rumored Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Netherworld. Even though it was only a fragment, it was of immense power, superior to some peerless martial studies.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu had secluded himself from the world for so many years, only to practice this sword art. The searching of the Netherworld Book also aimed to supplement this sword art.
He held this sword art as his trump card, not easily revealing it.
Unexpectedly today, Pei Xuanjing had forced him to showcase it.
As the blade was unsheathed, the spirits wept.
The killing aura emanating from Pei Xuanjing's Seven Kills Sword paled in comparison to the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu at that moment.
The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was as if he had stepped out from the Netherworld, an intimidating predatory ghost. With blood and wind following him and the eerie wind whistling around, a wave of energy symbolizing the demise of everything emanated from his body.
The flowers and grass beneath his feet seemed to have their vitality drained instantly, wilting to a dull yellow.
Bang!
The colliding sword light and blade light made a violent noise.
Pei Xuanjing had been repelled again while relying on his Flying Immortal. Forced back dozens of feet by the endless waves of energy, traces of fresh blood emerged at the corners of his mouth.
Although protected by Innate Thunder Gang Qi and physically unscathed, the situation surprised the onlooking masters and caused a stir.
They exclaimed in their hearts, 'The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu is truly powerful and lives up to his reputation.'
Many of those with hidden agendas suppressed their thoughts temporarily and continued to observe the fight between the two.
However, even after forcing Pei Xuanjing to retreat with a single blow, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu exhibited no complacency.
He was very clear that he had not triumphed and that Pei Xuanjing was not seriously injured.
He then advanced with a more serious expression, swinging his saber once more at Pei Xuanjing, leaving no room for him to catch his breath.
That was because he knew that the latter still had one more sword strike left.
The Flying Immortal used just now could not be compared with the Shenxiao Heaven's Intention Sword that Pei Xuanjing had shown on Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Unfortunately, his movement was a step too slow. Pei Xuanjing was already making his move.
He gently raised his sword, seemingly unremarkable, but the momentum of his body increased steadily. True Qi, Blood Qi, and sword intent intertwined and interlaced.
His body moved with the sword, the sword moved with his heart. At that moment, he seemed to have fused with heaven and earth, emanating an inexplicable rhythm.
In an instant, the sword light became radiant, overshadowing the sky and earth. There was nothing in the world but this sword.
Even though he had witnessed this sword before, when the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu faced it again, he still found himself captivated by this sword, seemingly wielded by a celestial being.
Like a brilliant sun hanging in the sky, carrying the majesty of the heavens, cutting through everything, it seemed as if heaven and earth were being severed.
The Four Seasons Rotation started working in unpredictable cycles that were ceaseless and eternal, as if there was no beginning or end, forever repetitive.
He could feel that Pei Xuanjing at this moment seemed to no longer be 'in this place', as if stepping into another world, where all of his life was invisible.
He was not wrestling with Pei Xuanjing, but his unfathomable heavenly intention. This sword strike was not a sword technique, it was more like a Heavenly Punishment!
This was the Shenxiao Heaven's Intention Sword!
An icy smirk appeared at the corner of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu's mouth.
'Let's see if this so-called heavenly intention has the power to obliterate the Netherworld.'
Hungry Ghost Path – Slaying God!
The divine saber in his hands glowed brightly, exuding a terrifying aura as it whistled continuously.
The saber light seemed to break out from hell, possessing a force that even the Gods must contend with.
Bang!
The violent collision of energies produced a dazzling spectacle that turned the dim sky into daylight.
The boundless shockwaves, originating from the point of collision between the two, whirled in all directions, sweeping over all the houses and walls of the estate..