Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6340: Ghost Emperor



Obtaining this treasure was likely part of the Prophet's plan all along.

Now, with all the cultivators of the Red-Eyed Realm gathered here, and one ancient legend after another emerging, it was clear that a hidden hand was orchestrating everything.

But he still wondered if he was the protagonist of this story.

Buzz!

While his mind was swirling with countless thoughts, a sudden change occurred within the city.

The deathly aura that filled the sky began to coalesce, and a powerful force erupted from it. "What is that?" Jian Wushuang looked up at the clouds within the city and immediately sensed a strong spiritual force emanating from within.

Swish!

Countless soul bodies suddenly shot out from the underground chambers, surging into the clouds along with the deathly aura.

These soul bodies were different from the ghostly cultivators previously in the city; they were more complete.

They were no longer at the level of ghost commanders, for a "king" character was etched upon their chests.

"Are these Ghost Kings?"

From 108 underground chambers, 108 Ghost Kings emerged, each one a soul at the level of a divine general.

Combined with the soul force already present in the clouds, the fusion unleashed an unprecedented spiritual power.

Witnessing this, Jian Wushuang, Zhen Xian, and Fu Qing knew they couldn't stand idly by. This grand formation could very well give birth to a peerless existence.

One that might rival the ancient demon.

In an instant, they couldn't afford to hold back any longer, each of them making their move to intercept the fusing souls.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zhen Xian began with the Kunlun Divine Form. A towering, majestic mountain suddenly crashed down from the sky, and just as the ethereal immortal energy spread, it was

obliterated by the Heavenly Dao. Yet even so, this towering mountain had already reached the peak of divine form combat power.

"Shake the Kunlun!"

Zhen Xian roared, forming hand seals, and the towering mountain smashed into the clouds.

Numerous secret techniques were employed by various Nascent Soul cultivators and even some divine form cultivators.

But these techniques were not enough to shake the deathly cloud.

Even when the towering mountain struck it, it didn't stir a single ripple.

This made everyone anxious.

The soul force within the clouds grew stronger.

A pair of blood-red eyes gradually formed within the clouds.

"Sister, don't hold back! Strike now and suppress that soul force! Whatever you do, don't let it fully manifest-I have a feeling that once it forms, it might break free from the Heavenly Dao!" Zhen Xian was extremely worried.

That pressure beyond the Heavenly Dao was all too familiar to him. He had been following their master for a long time, and he was well aware of this aura.

Hearing her senior brother's words, Fu Qing no longer hesitated. She drew the divine sword from her back, battle intent rising between her brows.

"Heaven-Splitting Sword Art!"

With a soft cry, her divine sword unleashed a power capable of shattering the void. In an instant, ten thousand sword lights burst forth.

As the sword lights shot out, they quickly converged into a colossal, tangible divine sword, a hundred meters long, thrusting fiercely towards the clouds.

The previous wave of attacks couldn't compare to the power of this single strike.

Even Jian Wushuang, standing on the city walls, was a bit surprised by the sharpness of this woman's sword technique. It carried a similar intensity to his own in the past-she was a remarkable sword prodigy.

But unfortunately, it still wasn't enough to deal with the deathly cloud. Although the sword managed to pierce the cloud, the battle intent was instantly consumed by Thought power upon entering.

Without the battle intent, the Heaven-Splitting Sword was like a blade without an edge.

It lost its sword essence.

It immediately shattered and disintegrated, yet the deathly cloud felt the threat and began absorbing the Ghost Kings even faster.

Soon, the cloud transformed into a humanoid figure.

This was a massive soul body, ten thousand meters tall, and in its hand, a Soul Summoning Banner appeared!

"I am the Ghost Emperor!" the soul body declared, waving the Soul Summoning Banner. The moment it was swung, the banner released countless ghostly wails, and an attack that pierced the soul instantly rendered all the Nascent Soul cultivators present powerless, leaving them standing dazed and immobile.

Jian Wushuang's Thought power easily blocked the crude soul attack. His Thought power shield even extended to protect several Golden Core stage cultivators. Observing the scene before him, Jian Wushuang remained calm and composed.

When he first sensed something was amiss, he anticipated that the deathly cloud might give birth to a terrifying entity. However, he hadn't expected that the Ghost Emperor it formed would be capable of launching a soul attack.

But it made sense; after all, the Ghost Emperor was a soul entity, and its only means of attack would be through soul attacks, which happened to be its specialty.

The intense soul attack swept across a large number of cultivators. If it weren't for the soul power boost Jian Wushuang gained from slaying the ghost cultivators earlier, even Nascent Soul stage cultivators would have perished en masse.

Even so, the attack wiped out the souls of all cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, claiming their lives. Not even those at the peak of the Golden Core stage were spared.

This wide-range attack was somewhat similar to Jian Wushuang's previous Thought power burn, but there was one key difference-the opponent couldn't compare to Jian Wushuang. After all, Jian Wushuang had the power to annihilate even a Ghost Commander at the Nascent Soul stage.

This was because Jian Wushuang's soul techniques were far superior, and with the reverse- heaven technique of burning his soul, there was no comparison between this world and his. "Interesting. This Ghost Emperor's soul attack likely stems from its inherent characteristics, a natural secret technique!" Jian Wushuang's heart stirred as he realized that this Ghost Emperor's consciousness had only just formed.

For a newly formed consciousness to already wield soul attacks, it must indeed be a natural secret technique. This Ghost Emperor could be considered an innate being.

But to be born so powerful-wasn't the one who set all this up afraid that the Ghost Emperor would become uncontrollable?

Just as this thought crossed Jian Wushuang's mind, he sensed a familiar aura within the range of his Thought power. His figure vanished from the city wall in an instant, and he transmitted a message to Xiang Yang, instructing them to leave the city and find Wei Jiuxian outside. That place was much safer than Mangshan County's city.

Furthermore, he had just discovered that the slain cultivators, even after their souls were

destroyed, left behind intact bodies. But as soon as that familiar aura appeared, those bodies

instantly turned into blood water.

The blood water flowed through the cracks in the ground, seeping into the earth.

"Found you!"

Jian Wushuang moved swiftly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

In a dilapidated house in the southern part of the city, he dove into the courtyard well.

The aura emanated from that location.

Even the two peak God Phase experts above hadn't noticed it, as the aura was masked by the Ghost Emperor. It would be hard for an ordinary person to detect, but Jian Wushuang had meticulously burned his Thought power to cover every corner of the city, waiting for this

moment.

Sure enough, the opponent had exposed a flaw after the Ghost Emperor appeared.

With a splash, he plunged into the well, following the aura as he descended deeper and

deeper.

He could detect the opponent, but the opponent had no idea of his presence.

"Thought power burn!"

Jian Wushuang burned his Thought power once again, completely concealing his aura.