Before the ancient palace, the dark golden walls gleamed coldly under the purple-blue light of the secret realm, and the glazed tiles on the roof reflected a scattering of light. Just from the facade, it was enough to tell that the inner world was no ordinary inheritance—to have a puppet at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage guarding it, it was probably the place where an ancient great power passed away, or it might be hiding a treasure that could overturn one's realm.
Just as Guiyou finished dealing with the puppet and was about to push open the door, a figure blocked his way.
"Brother Ghost, wait a moment."
Zhao Wu, the young sect leader of the Three Saints Sect, was dressed in a brocade robe. He stood tall and straight, with the arrogance unique to scions of noble families in his brows, yet he was also composed.
He stood blocking the entrance to the hall, his gaze sweeping over the eager cultivators around him, and said loudly, "You are all geniuses from the four regions, here for this secret realm. Although you have broken the puppet, you cannot monopolize this hall, can you?"
He paused, then raised his voice slightly, making sure everyone could hear him clearly: "Whether it's the inheritance or the treasures inside, they should be obtained by those who are destined to receive them. How can one person take them all for themselves?"
"Young Master Zhao is right!"
"Ghost Ghost, you're too domineering!"
"Let's all go in together and see who can do it best!"
The surrounding cultivators immediately echoed their agreement. They were already envious, but dared not step forward because they were wary of Gui You's strength. Now that the young sect leader of the Three Saints Sect was leading the way, they naturally followed suit—what if they could actually get a share of the benefits if they went in? Even if they didn't get a share, they couldn't let Gui You get it all by himself.
Gui You narrowed his eyes, his effeminate face expressionless, but his gaze swept over Zhao Wu like a venomous snake, then swept over the echoing cultivators, and the ghostly figures in the black mist became even more restless.
Watching this scene from afar, Jiang Li couldn't help but say to Xiao Chen, "This Zhao Wu is quite clever."
"Oh?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow.
“He knew he might not be a match for Gui You alone, so he pulled everyone together.” Jiang Li lightly tapped the rusty iron sword with her fingertip. “Using ‘everyone’s interests’ as a pretext, he positioned himself as ‘fair,’ using the power of the masses to intimidate others. He played that trick skillfully.” She changed the subject, “But he was also stupid. The kind of person who sticks out the door is the easiest to be resented.”
Su She watched quietly without saying a word. The so-called "prodigy" was indeed bound to have conflicts wherever he went.
Stone clicked his tongue in disbelief: "Let's fight! Let's fight!"
Zhao Wu seemed oblivious to Gui You's killing intent. Instead, he puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Brother Gui, why don't we all go in together? Our strengths are evenly matched. If we fight to the death here, wouldn't that just let others benefit?"
As he spoke, his spiritual energy surged, revealing his undisguised aura as a peak Mahayana cultivator—clearly a warmonger as well, his words were both an attempt to appease and a provocation.
"Equal strength?" Gui You finally laughed, his laughter hoarse and grating. "Very well, then I'll let you taste what true strength is."
Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, his black robe unfurled like bat wings, and the Myriad Souls Banner reappeared in his hand. With a shake of the banner, countless ghostly figures roared out, half of them turning into sharp claws and pouncing towards Zhao Wu, while the other half bypassed the main battlefield and rushed towards those cultivators who had cheered the most fiercely just now!
"ah--!"
Screams erupted instantly. The cultivators had thought it was just empty talk, but they hadn't expected Gui You to be so ruthless, actually killing them outright! Wherever the ghostly figure passed, the cultivators' bodies rapidly withered, their souls instantly extracted and merged into the Myriad Soul Banner, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight people perished.
"You!" Zhao Wu's expression changed, not expecting Gui You to be so shameless. "Shameless!"
"Why bother with face when dealing with trash?" Gui You sneered, and the main force of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suddenly intensified its attack. Ghostly shadows condensed into a giant black python, opening its blood-red maw to bite Zhao Wu!
Zhao Wu roared, his hands forming a seal, golden holy runes appearing all over his body. The holy runes intertwined to form a huge shield, blocking the giant python. At the same time, his other hand pointed like a sword, and a condensed golden sword aura broke through the air and slashed towards Gui You!
"Clang!" "Swoosh!"
The clash of gold and black exploded before the palace gates, sending shards of stone flying everywhere. Zhao Wu's sacred rune technique was orthodox and fierce, his sword energy sharp and capable of breaking through evil; Gui You's Myriad Soul Banner was insidious and unpredictable, its ghostly shadows impossible to defend against, always attacking from tricky angles.
The two figures darted across the ruins, their fist imprints colliding with the ghostly shadows, their sword energy intertwining with the banner shadows, making it a fierce and evenly matched battle!
Zhao Wu became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed—he had thought that his peak Mahayana strength would be enough to suppress Gui You, but he had not expected that the opponent's Ten Thousand Soul Banner would be so strange, with ghost shadows that could not be killed or extinguished, and he might be entangled if he was not careful.
Guiyou frowned inwardly—Zhao Wu's holy rune defense was extremely strong, and the corrosive power of the Myriad Soul Banner could not break through it for a while. Moreover, the opponent's sword energy carried the intention of purification, which caused Guiying to suffer considerable losses.
In the distance, the other cultivators had already retreated to a safe distance in fear, watching the fierce battle unfold without daring to breathe. Gui You's ruthless killing of his fellow cultivators had completely extinguished any thoughts of "fishing in troubled waters," leaving them only to watch from afar.
Xiao Chen and his companions sat on the boulder and could see clearly.
“Zhao Wu’s holy runes are quite something.” Jiang Li nodded. “The Three Saints Sect’s ‘Righteous Holy Body’ is indeed well-deserved of its reputation; its defensive power is quite strong.”
“Those ghosts are even more sinister.” Xiao Chen’s gaze fell on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. “Those ghosts seem to have their own consciousness, and they are working together too well.”
Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, the screams around them gradually subsided—the cultivators who had cheered earlier had been slaughtered by the ghostly figures, and the ghostly figures on the Myriad Souls Banner had become even more solid.
Guiyou glanced at the corpse on the ground, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, but his attack suddenly stopped.
"That's enough." He put away the Myriad Souls Banner, and the black mist subsided somewhat. "I will not fight you today."
Zhao Wu also put away the holy rune and looked at him warily: "What trick are you trying to pull now?"
"Nothing fancy." Gui You smiled sinisterly, stepping aside to let everyone into the hall. "Everyone can come in."
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