Little Hu Hai was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Ghost King. "Me?"

The Ghost King's lips curled into a grin, and black energy surged around him, its malevolent aura terrifying Little Hu Hai. "Yes, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword intent flashed past, and Xiao Huhai's figure had already landed behind the Ghost King.

"Zzz!"

A gash appeared on his chest, and the Ghost King froze, "What happened?"

He didn't even see Xiao Huhai draw his sword; by the time he realized what was happening, the little guy's blade had already slashed through.

Fortunately, as a ghost king, his yin energy was ridiculously strong, giving him an extremely powerful self-healing ability.

Although his chest was cleaved open by a sword, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye as the Yin energy surrounded and cleansed his marrow.

The Ghost King turned to look at Little Hu Hai, "You brat, you launched a sneak attack, that's not martial ethics!"

Little Hu Hai stared at him coldly, "There's no need to talk about martial ethics with bad people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, his aura surging wildly, and he rushed towards the Ghost King at an incredibly fast speed.

The Ghost King smirked, "Hmph! This time I won't be as careless as before."

A chilling aura surged around him, and with a thought, a dark sword, radiating a sinister aura, appeared in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Huhai had already appeared in front of him, his long sword whistling down, aiming straight for the Ghost King's face.

Faced with this fierce sword strike, the Ghost King remained calm and raised his ink sword with one hand to block the long sword.

Although Xiao Huhai moved quickly, he was powerful and could see things very clearly.

But the next moment, the Ghost King was stunned.

Just as Xiao Huhai's longsword struck in front of him, his entire figure vanished instantly, only to reappear behind him in the next instant.

The longsword roared down, striking the Ghost King squarely in the back. The violent power pressed down like an overwhelming force, sending his entire body flying backward. With a "bang," he crashed into the wall beside him, causing the wall to collapse.

As the dust settled, the Ghost King's figure became clear.

He stood there, another gash split open on his back.

Under the influence of Yin energy, the wound healed rapidly. He frowned and stared at Xiao Huhai, his expression quite puzzled. "What's wrong with this kid?"

He couldn't understand how a child who looked no more than ten years old could possess such incredible fighting power.

Little Hu Hai stared at him, "What is your purpose in coming here?"

The appearance of such an evil-looking fellow here certainly doesn't have good intentions.

If this guy intends to harm my mother and brother, then he absolutely cannot be allowed to live.

The Ghost King's eyes were icy cold. "You'll know when you fall under my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black shadow and rushed towards Xiao Huhai at an incredibly fast speed, which was impossible to catch with the naked eye.

In an instant, his figure appeared to the right of Xiao Huhai, and the ink sword, carrying surging yin energy, roared down, drawing an arc in the air and slashing straight at Xiao Huhai's face.

Faced with this powerful and swift sword strike, Xiao Huhai slightly shifted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

The Ghost King's gaze sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the ink sword was instantly pulled back, then swept towards Xiao Huhai's neck.

Xiao Huhai slightly shifted his body to the side and dodged the sword strike again.

Seeing this, the Ghost King's eyes grew even colder. "Impossible! This is impossible!"

He roared and swung his ink sword incessantly, moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

The fierce sword intent slashed down relentlessly, falling like a storm towards Xiao Huhai. In just a moment, the Ghost King had already unleashed dozens of sword strikes.

Even when facing so many swords, Xiao Huhai remained calm and dodged with incredible speed. As afterimages appeared, he managed to avoid all the sword blades.

As the Ghost King brought his sword down again, Hu Hai leaped up, but his sword missed its mark once more.

A flurry of actions, as fierce as a tiger.

As a result, they didn't even manage to touch a hair on Xiao Huhai's head.

The Ghost King stared at Little Hu Hai in shock, "Impossible! This is impossible!"

How could a child in his teens be so amazing?

You must know that back then, he used a black sword to kill countless masters and finally ascended the throne to become the Ghost King.

But now, facing a small child, it's unbelievable that they can't even hurt him in the slightest.

Xiao Huhai's eyes darkened slightly, and he raised his long sword, aiming it at the Ghost King. "Next, it's my turn!"

After speaking, he suddenly lunged towards the Ghost King with incredible speed, appearing in front of him in the blink of an eye. His long sword slashed diagonally upwards, whistling as it swept towards the Ghost King's chest.

Faced with this fierce sword strike, the Ghost King dared not be careless and raised his ink sword to block it.

But the moment the longsword fell, Xiao Huhai's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next instant he appeared on the right side of the Ghost King. The surging sword intent roared down and landed directly on the Ghost King's right shoulder. The violent force caused the Ghost King's figure to be blown back.

He dragged a long trail of smoke on the ground with his feet, then plunged his ink sword into the earth to steady himself.

Before he could even catch his breath, Xiao Huhai's figure appeared behind him, his long sword whistling down, the sword light instantly grazing the Ghost King's back.

The Ghost King frowned deeply, and Yin energy surged around him, constantly rotating to protect his body.

Little Hu Hai raised his longsword and swung it down repeatedly, sword shadows appearing in the air, and dozens of swords were slashed out in an instant.

Faced with this fierce attack, the Ghost King frowned and could only use his Yin energy to protect his body, letting the sword blade fall on him.

The swords were incredibly fast, and the angles at which they were drawn were extremely unpredictable. Little Hu Hai was also incredibly fast.

In this situation, he could no longer draw his sword to block, because he simply couldn't.

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