Chapter 121: Retirement Day 121: The little girl’s fist is comparable to...

Sang Qiqi's appearance was unexpected to Jintian, but Jiang Yushan understood.

Although nearly a hundred years had passed, he still remembered Xun Cang running to his hall with panda eyes, staring at his daughter and sighing, "The little girl was still cute when she was little, unlike the one in my family. When she grows up, she will be as strong as a bull. No one can beat her."

She seemed to be complaining, but her eyes and eyebrows revealed her complacency.

Jiang Yushan felt that only Sang Qiqi was unwilling to come along. Otherwise, with Xun Cang's personality, he would most likely point the little girl at his nose and say, "Come on, fight your uncle Jiang Yushan for a few moves and show him what you can do."

Recalling what happened in the past, Jiang Yushan's mind became relaxed, but when he thought about Sang Qiqi being sent to reincarnation by Luan Lin early on, he couldn't help but frown.

Sang Qiqi is different from Duan Sui after all. Duan Sui walked out of the Wild Ghost Village step by step, and his subsequent abilities were significantly improved in the fighting, while Sang Qiqi became an ordinary human being... Can she really beat Jintian?

He originally thought that the people who went to the Baodui Mountain Hall were Duan Sui's men and Sang Qiqi, while the one who went here was Duan Sui.

As soon as this doubt arose, Jiang Yushan saw Sang Qiqi like a reckless man, slowly clenching his fingers into fists, tightening his strength, and making a crackling sound with his knuckles. Then he went straight towards Jintian, who was full of ghost energy.

That scene was so frightening.

Jintian didn't recognize Sang Qiqi at first.

After all, the little girl who had been sent to reincarnation in time was of little importance to him. Even Duan Sui, whom Jintian had ignored, had completely forgotten his existence. That was until he, bearing the title of Ghost Emperor of Mount Luofeng, whom he had personally bestowed upon him, struck down Fengdu with his sword, revealed his true appearance, and gave his true name.

Yes, what does the struggle between the lords of Fengdu and the change of power in the underworld have to do with children?

But Duan Sui grew up with hatred in his heart.

Now Sang Qiqi also returns with hatred.

Jintian carefully scanned Sang Qiqi's features. As Xun Cang's good friend, he had certainly met Sang Qiqi before, but the underworld was busy at the time, and the human world was full of ghosts, so he rarely visited Fengdu when he had time. Seeing Sang Qiqi again now, he could only barely make out the vague outline of a girl's face from his memory, which only bore a slight resemblance to the present Sang Qiqi.

When he realized Sang Qiqi's identity, he couldn't help but curl his lips in sarcasm, "Back then, I called Duan Sui capable, but you... a little girl, actually tried to stop me? Duan Sui has too much confidence in you, actually putting you in front of me, and his trust will definitely deal him a fatal blow!"

"Yeah?"

The disdain and mockery revealed in Jintian's words were too obvious, but Sang Qiqi didn't care. She just said with a half-smile, "You can try. The little girl's fist is much harder than Duan Sui's."

The moment those words fell, Sang Qiqi's figure transformed into a stream of light. As she charged towards Jintian, she lifted her right shoulder slightly, frantically gathering strength with this movement. But Jintian wondered how much force that fist could hold. With a smile still lingering on his face, he casually raised his hand, condensing the ghostly energy lingering around him into a thin barrier only the size of his own body.

A simple resistance expressed his contempt.

But it doesn’t matter, Sang Qiqi’s fist will let him know the consequences of underestimating his opponent.

clatter.

The metacarpal bone collided with the barrier, and at first, nothing happened. This made Jintian even more certain that Duan Sui was insane and had let Sang Qiqi face him. But the thought only lasted a moment before the situation changed dramatically. A crisp "crack" echoed in Jintian's ears, and then the barrier began to shatter at the point where it had made contact with Sang Qiqi's metacarpal bone. The cracks rapidly expanded in all directions. The moment it completely shattered, the barrier turned into fine powder, which was lifted up by the wind. Before it could reach Jintian, an extremely powerful force first reached Jintian's lower abdomen.

There was a loud bang.

Jintian flew backwards and turned twice in the air before he could barely stabilize his body.

He knelt on one knee in mid-air, pressing his fingers on his lower abdomen. The actual pain made him quite stunned, so when he looked up at Sang Qiqi again, his eyes had become unusual.

"you--"

He frowned, as if wondering what kind of powerful monster Sang Qiqi was, who could actually knock him away with just one punch! This was unrealistic. Even if he didn't take Sang Qiqi seriously, even if he was caught off guard, he wouldn't be unable to catch a little girl's punch!

"I said that the little girl's fist is much harder than Duan Sui's. But obviously, you are too conceited and don't believe what I said." Sang Qiqi raised the corners of her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.

The ghost energy in her body gathered at this moment, and turned into an extremely huge axe with mist floating on the surface in her hand. Holding the axe handle with both hands, she jumped into the air. The moment she landed, the blade of the axe broke through the air with a ray of light, and the exaggerated momentum brought the black mist and crackled across the sky.

Having been fooled once, no matter how conceited Jintian is, he will never take Sang Qiqi lightly again.

His face darkened slightly, and he suddenly opened his right arm.

The black mist also gathered in his palm, transforming into an oversized shield that thudded to the ground, blocking him. The shield and the axe collided, creating a piercing crackling sound like a sonic boom, piercing the goblin's eardrums and unexpectedly overturning the entire hall.

Bang bang bang!

Windows and doors exploded, columns were severed, and the tables and chairs in the hall exploded as if bombs had been buried, turning them into countless fragments. At the same time, the ceiling rumbled, and after a crack, the board above Jiang Yushan's head began to tilt and sway, almost falling.

Jiang Yushan's face turned dark.

The ghost energy pressed against the ceiling and barely held up the pillars, and with great effort, it tried to keep the collapsed hall in its ruined state.

At this inappropriate moment to reminisce about the past, the rumors he had heard at that time suddenly emerged clearly in his mind.

The little girl from Xuncang's family collapsed Xuncang's main hall again.

I originally thought it was just an exaggeration, but now I know what Xun Cang went through back then.

He sighed in his heart, while Sang Qiqi and Jintian already knew that the hall was no longer suitable for fighting. Two figures flew out of the hall one after the other and stood in the air above Dangzhong Mountain.

Sang Qiqi was the one who initiated the attack. She pulled out all her belongings—nearly a hundred pieces of talisman paper. These talismans seemed to have life, hovering in mid-air behind her. The strange symbols on the talismans, nourished by the ghostly energy, erupted with terrifying energy and shot towards Jintian without any cover.

Seeing this scene, Jintian's expression twisted.

What the hell, Sang Qiqi, a ghost, is using talismans to deal with him like a Taoist priest?

It's absolutely ridiculous!

But this thought completely shattered when he felt an itch rising from the inside of his arm, and upon closer inspection, he saw branches sprouting out. He raised his hand and tore the branches off, and a thick, pitch-black ghostly aura surged from his body. This ghostly aura slowly penetrated his veins and flesh, devouring every strange spot.

In just ten seconds, the evil curse that was very effective against the Taoist priests of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society in the mortal world was easily broken by Jintian.

Sang Qiqi didn't feel any regrets either.

If this method could really threaten Jintian, Jintian should have committed suicide by cutting his stomach instead of struggling here to gain more power to regain the position of the Lord of Fengdu.

Although the flower-blooming curse was not very effective, the hundreds of curses still tried their best to harass Jintian continuously.

Jintian felt an itch in his head, as if countless snakes, rats, insects, and ants were crawling out of it. Then he felt as if his body weighed a million pounds, and his arms and shoulders felt like a mountain had dropped on them. Then he heard a strange voice, a voice both strange and familiar, a bit like Xuncang's.

But it's impossible, Xun Cang died a long time ago!

While he was trying to convince himself, Sang Qiqi had already dropped the giant axe and rushed forward with her fists clenched. Knowing that the curse couldn't trap the big ghost, she didn't waste time and would only take advantage of the opportunity.

Bang.

When Jintian raised his hand to touch his head, Sang Qiqi's fist went straight to his head.

Seeing that fist again, he no longer had the same initial disdain and contempt. Jintian's expression changed, and his head, still resting his hand on his head, tilted to the side. His extremely fast reaction allowed him to dodge Sang Qiqi's fist, but not the mountain behind him.

The rumbling sound of vibrations resounded throughout the underworld in an instant.

Countless pieces of rubble and trees exploded and smashed in all directions.

Jintian: “…”

Jiang Yushan: “…”

This exaggerated scene was transmitted to Baodui Mountain through the ghost mirror. For a moment, the atmosphere in the main hall of Baodui Mountain was quieter than the morgue.

Wen Dan stared at Sang Qiqi in astonishment, then looked up at Duan Sui. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was lucky or unlucky to have met Duan Sui. When he first met Duan Sui, he must have felt unlucky; after all, Duan Sui was the Lord of Fengdu! But now, after witnessing the power of Sang Qiqi's fists, that view had begun to change.

"How do you feel?" Duan Sui asked him with a smirk, "She didn't come to see you. She really gave you face."

Wen Dan: “…”

Wen Dan gritted his teeth. After realizing that he could not escape with the help of the ghost mirror, he knew that he now had only one choice, which was to fight with Duan Sui.

If he wins, he can also help Jintian.

If he loses, he disappears from this world.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then a roar of anger erupted from his throat. Countless ghost energy condensed into sharp arrows and pierced Duan Sui. At the same time, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically, from the Baodui Mountain Hall to the Fengdu Hall, and the person standing in the hall and confronting Duan Sui was Xun Cang, who had already "died".

The tall man stood as usual, his hands behind his back, a smile on his rugged face: "You little brat, you've grown up to be so great, you even dared to attack me?"

This seems to have had some effect.

When those sharp arrows were approaching Duan Sui's face and were sent back by him to shoot directly at Xun Cang, they suddenly stopped.

Seeing the sharp arrow only one centimeter away from him, Xun Cang smiled knowingly. He said to Duan Sui, "Boy, I knew you wouldn't—"

Before he could utter the word "dare", Xun Cang's smile suddenly froze.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a long sword piercing his lower abdomen. Of course, a ghost like him wouldn't bleed, but the hole created by the long sword was like a bottomless pit. Moreover, this hole was extremely strange. Instead of madly absorbing foreign objects, it frantically sent all of his ghost energy out, into... Duan Sui's hands.

Duan Sui's long fingers were entwined with a wisp of black aura, which carried the stench of betrayal, yet it made him laugh: "Your mind seems to be stuck in the distant past, to the point of thinking of transforming into Xun Cang to seduce me."

After Xun Cang finished saying this, his expression began to change.

His once rugged and handsome features gradually softened, his nose became particularly high, his cheekbones prominent, returning to his Wen Dan appearance. His stature also changed, but, regrettably, the large hole in his abdomen did not return to its original state.

Wen Dan gritted his teeth inwardly, secretly hating the power of the Lord of Fengdu. Just a single stab almost sucked him dry!

Can--

"It doesn't look like you have deep feelings for Xun Cang." A mocking expression appeared on his face, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he saw through the hypocrisy hidden in Duan Sui's soul. "You are fighting for the position of Lord of Fengdu under the pretext of revenge for Xun Cang, but it's just to satisfy your ambition! That's all!"

"You figured this out, you're so smart."

The tone was calm, but the hidden teasing could not be hidden.

Wen Dan's face darkened.

But he didn't dare to argue with Duan Sui anymore.

Because this damn hole is still leaking his evil spirit!

He forced his own strength to fill the hole, then opened his arms, and after a roar, he began to forcibly absorb the surrounding ghost energy.

Although Shao Pu was hiding within the protective circle Duan Sui had created for them, he could clearly sense the intense surge of energy around him. Wen Dan seemed to be summoning countless evil spirits under his command. Jiang Zhi, utterly weak, her abilities barely matched by a small ghost on the side of the road, wore a pained expression. Her pain had nothing to do with the strength of Duan Sui's barrier, but rather the fact that she had been exposed to Wen Dan's aura while following him.

Shao Pu's expression changed slightly when he saw this, and he immediately said to his companions behind him, "We have to leave first."

Several people evacuated quickly.

In the huge hall, only Wen Dan and Duan Sui were left facing each other.

Strands of chaotic auras of varying shades emanated from all directions of Baodui Mountain. As countless shrill screams echoed around him, Wen Dan inhaled sharply, devouring the ghostly energy like a glutton. Then, his stature rapidly expanded, transforming from a normal humanoid ghost into a giant over ten meters tall and two or three meters wide.

Wen Dan in his demonic form looks much more powerful.

He opened his scarlet eyes angrily, and wisps of ghostly energy spread and grew behind him, like a snake clamoring and provoking Duan Sui.

"Good fellow, this Wen Dan is truly courageous," Wei Ying commented, crouching awkwardly in a distant tree. He felt that the Ghost Emperor of Baodui Mountain clearly didn't have a proper understanding of their leader's abilities. After being severely injured in his fight with Jintian and recuperating for decades, Duan Sui was now significantly stronger than he had been back then.

At least, he and Han Yan had to surrender after just a few moves at the hands of his boss.

"It's okay, you'll regret it soon." Han Yan gave a prediction.

The prediction came true a minute later.

Duan Sui flew close to Wen Dan, but Wen Dan reacted quickly. His ghost form with a tail let out a roar, and then his tail suddenly stretched upright like a snake when it sensed danger. However, he was a little stronger than a snake, and his tail was also aggressive, and it suddenly stabbed Duan Sui's heart.

After absorbing many resentful ghosts, his attack speed increased significantly, but unfortunately, he was fast, but Duan Sui was even faster.

The longsword, condensed from ghostly energy, quickly rose to its feet, its blade and tail colliding with a remarkably crisp "ding" sound, typical of metal clashing. The distant sound echoed throughout Baodui Mountain, piercing the eardrums of the survivors.

Duan Sui looked at the huge body in front of him with his narrow eyes, and the corners of his lips curved.

Before Wen Dan's tail was retracted, the long sword had already tilted, and the sharp blade brushed past the tail, and the sword tip, carrying a dark cold light, split Wen Dan's tail with a swish!

The tail was not cut off in one stroke, but was chopped vertically from the head to the tip of the tail.

"ah--!"

The pain caused Wen Dan's face to turn pale, and he let out a shrill scream. He concentrated the remaining ghost energy at his tail, but before it could reach him, the sword light from the blade cleaved it in two. Simultaneously, the black mist wrapped around Duan Sui's fingers suddenly grew immensely thicker, like a snake, its mouth wide open, absorbing and swallowing the remaining ghost energy.

"Damn it, this is my food!" Wen Dan realized Duan Sui's thoughts and let out an angry howl.

Duan Sui said, "Don't worry, I won't eat anything you've eaten."

Black mist grew wildly at his fingertips, condensing into a small, yet extremely dangerous-looking sphere. The sphere was then forcibly pressed against the blade of the sword. The sword emitted a strange swallowing sound. Once the last bite of food had been swallowed, it suddenly erupted with an exaggerated aura, which exploded with a thud as it made contact with the air.

Following the sound of the explosion, Duan Sui flew up again.

Wen Dan quickly raised his right hand, but it was easily cut off by the longsword. As his right arm hit the ground, Wen Dan and Duan Sui attacked simultaneously. The former tried to retract and reattach the arm, after all, it was a part of his condensed ghost power, and losing it meant losing a portion of his ability. The latter, treating it as food, attempted to feed his longsword.

Pop.

Wen Dan's left hand collided with Duan Sui's left hand.

The former's eyes turned cold, his expression ferocious, and just as he gritted his teeth and decided to push Duan Sui away, the latter suddenly let go of his hand. Duan Sui's sudden surrender surprised Wen Dan, but the next second, alarm bells rang.

A terrible premonition descended from the top of his head and spread all the way to his back. The human feeling of wetness instantly spread throughout his body. He took a deep breath and didn't care whether his arm was lost or not. He stood up and wanted to run.

It's too late.

The long sword tilted, and the blade cut off his intact left shoulder.

Screams rang out again, and ghost energy flowed like blood again. Wen Dan raised his foot and kicked in an attempt to create distance between him and Duan Sui, but Duan Sui just raised his foot and stepped over the barrier of space.

He picked up the sword and swung it in front of Wen Dan's horrified gaze.

The sword's edge was like a stream of light, cutting off half of Wen Dan's body. His upper body slowly slid down from the knife wound on his waist and abdomen. The moment it landed, the surrounding ghost energy turned into a cage, dragged it up and sent it to the side of the sword.

"No, no! Don't!"

The remaining consciousness made him scream and beg for mercy. The cold sword reflected the endless fear and despair that overflowed from his scarlet pupils. When his eyes were covered by the darkness created by the long sword and his consciousness collapsed, he heard Duan Sui's soft sigh:

“It’s really not challenging at all.”