Nanmen Yihen was furious. "Ha! Then you'll have to ask my sword if it agrees!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Xinghen said sarcastically, "Your knife is already broken, so I think it agrees."
Nanmen Yihen's eyes were filled with killing intent. With a casual wave of his hand, thousands upon thousands of longswords suddenly appeared around him. "You mean something like this? What you crushed were merely the relics of those who died in battle between the Taihang Army and my Xuehan Blade Sect. I have thousands upon thousands of those kinds of swords! I used their swords to fulfill their last wishes. Today, I will show you what my Great Yan's million-strong army is all about!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura of ghostly power emanated from Nanmen Yihen's body, and spirits suddenly emerged from the countless swords and blades around him. These were the remnants of the original owners of the swords and blades, whose obsessions and resentments transformed into vengeful spirits at this moment, wielding sharp blades and occupying the area of Ghost Dry Forest for several miles around.
The overwhelming shouts of battle were chilling. The remaining vengeful spirits in the area seemed insignificant compared to the vengeful spirit army summoned by Nanmen Yihen. These were merely remnants of the army. However, Nanmen Yihen was in poor condition, and it seemed that using this move had put a strain on his body.
Qiu Xinghen looked at Nanmen Yihen with great surprise, "I never expected... that a righteous giant like you would actually know ghostly methods..."
Nanmen Yihen sneered, "Ghostly methods? These are the obsessions left behind by the loyal sons who gave their lives for the country. Do you know the Taihang Army? None of them are afraid of death. I have seven sons, all of whom died outside the Taihang Mountains. Even in death, they thought of protecting this land and ensuring the peace of its people. Just when I was about to eliminate the resentment of the Northern Plains and witness the return of the once beautiful and vast grasslands, you troublemakers insisted on coming here to cause trouble! Today, I will make sure you all die here! One day, I will lead my Nanmen family into the Heavenly Demon Abyss, kill your men, humiliate your women, and skin you idiots alive!!"
Qiu Xinghen snorted lightly, showing no intention of making a move. "Before the Ten Thousand Ghosts Decree, all spirits must kneel and submit. What you're doing is just increasing my combat power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Xinghen released the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token from his hand and flew into the air. It transformed into a purple moon, and its eerie purple light shone down on the earth. The ghost soldiers summoned by Nanmen Yihen began to struggle in pain. They were different from ordinary vengeful spirits. From the time they were willing to entrust their souls to their weapons after their deaths, they still retained their own will.
Their idea was that future generations could still receive protection when they took up their weapons to fight. This is why Nanmen Yihen specialized in ghost techniques, enabling them to manifest as spirits and protect their homeland once again. Most of these young men grew up at the foot of the Taihang Mountains, drinking water from the Milky Way; this was their hometown.
Even after death, they would be willing to dedicate their strength to the battlefield again with someone like Sect Master Nanmen.
At this moment, it was unwise for Nanmen Yihen to summon so many ghost soldiers in front of the Heavenly Demon Valley's Ten Thousand Ghost Token. However, Nanmen Yihen was, after all, a sect leader who had experienced countless battles and could see the extraordinary nature of the Ten Thousand Ghost Token at a glance.
He then grabbed at the air, and an ancient, heavy sword appeared in his hand. The sword was as tall as him and incredibly heavy, yet it seemed so light in his hand. He stomped his foot, creating a deep pit, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
The next second, the Blade of Ten Thousand Ghosts Token collided violently, echoing across the sky. The token that Qiu Xinghen was most proud of, his trump card that allowed him to join the ranks of the Ten Great Saints, was annihilated under Nanmen Yihen's blade. Purple ghost energy exploded and scattered across the sky. At this moment, Qiu Xinghen coughed up blood, his face deathly pale, and he roared hoarsely, "No!! I! I'll kill you!"
Qiu Xinghen seemed somewhat insane, while Nanmen Yihen stood in mid-air, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. "You lowly villains, indulging in wishful thinking! Aren't you very arrogant? Come and try to crush my blade this time! This blade can shake mountains, suppress rivers and mountains, and stabilize the universe. It is a treasure comparable to the Heavenly Sword Sect's Boundless Universe Sword. I'm truly afraid of dirtying my blade if I use it to kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nanmen Yihan reappeared in front of Qiu Xinghen. He was like a war god, galloping across the battlefield, unstoppable by anyone.
However, with a single strike, the blade struck Qiu Xinghen directly in front of him. Before he could even react, the next second, Qiu Xinghen, who had been strengthened into a Ghost King by resentment, was forced back into human form.
Nanmen Yihen pressed his advantage, and Qiu Xinghen's face was filled with fear, "Lin...Lin Yuan, save me!"
The man in black, standing not far away, looked disdainful, but he still came to Nanmen Yihen's side and blocked his way. However, he said coldly, "Your most proficient ghost techniques have been broken, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token has turned to ashes. Can you still be worthy of being the Reincarnation Saint Lord of my Heavenly Demon Valley?"
Qiu Xinghen's face grew paler and paler. In fact, he knew that even if he survived now, he would definitely be dethroned from the Holy Monarch's throne. But right now, he just wanted to live. As long as he lived, he would still have a chance to start over, just like when he climbed up the Heavenly Demon Abyss step by step. Moreover, if it weren't for the seal of the Heavenly Demon Abyss, he wouldn't have taken Nanmen Yihen seriously.
As long as that great man breaks the seal on the Heavenly Demon Abyss, he will still have a chance to turn the tables. So he pleaded with Lin Yuan, "Lin... Lin Yuan, no, Holy Lord Mingyuan, I am still useful. Let me live, and I can continue to serve that great man. From now on, I will follow your lead. A holy lord serving you, you can't refuse such a condition, can you?"
Hearing this, Lin Yuan smiled slightly, "Heh, Qiu Xinghen, if you had said this two years ago, I would naturally have agreed, even before your Ten Thousand Ghosts Token was broken. But what are you without the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token? It's true that it's a rare treasure, but to just show it off to the number one swordsman in the world like that, isn't that a bit too presumptuous? The Hanyue was once the sword of the Lingsu King, originally intended to secure the country forever. Such a sacred artifact is no less than your Ten Thousand Ghosts Token. Now that the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token is destroyed, who's to blame? Without the Ten Thousand Ghosts Token, the power of the Northern Plains can no longer be used for us. Do you think you'd still be alive?"
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