In the sky.
Daoist Ming Zhang blinked, staring intently at Lu Zheng. For a moment, he did not react.
True Person Qing Song rubbed his chin. “These are treasures from the East Sea Dragon Palace, right?”
“They should be…” Daoist Ming Zhang’s face was expressionless, heart calm, no ripples.
True Person Qing Song smiled at the corners of his mouth, nodding satisfactorily. “Not bad, not bad. Worthy of being a disciple of our Baiyun Temple.”
Daoist Ming Zhang, “…”
On the ground.
Lu Zheng gripped the blade with both hands, slashing horizontally. The blade edge swept past Night Bone True Lord’s face.
Night Bone True Lord leaned back to dodge, then retreated two steps. Looking at the dimmed white bone treasured sword in his hand, he felt a pang of heartache.
“Damn it!”
“Come again!”
Lu Zheng swung his long blade, grinning fiercely, pressing forward once more.
Night Bone True Lord was speechless. This Taoist before him used neither spells nor talismans, just martial arts combined with true qi. Martial true intent carried waves of dragon might, beating him until his hands and feet went numb, struggling to cope.
Are you sure you are a Taoist, not a Great Jing general stationed in the north?
Seeing Lu Zheng step forward, Night Bone True Lord narrowed his eyes, pinched a sword seal, and clashed with Lu Zheng again.
…
Both Lu Zheng and Night Bone True Lord had thousand-year cultivation. In close combat, blade and sword power did not scatter. It looked like ordinary people fighting, but the might was immense.
Lu Zheng’s blade blocked Night Bone True Lord’s thrusting sword. True dragon blood qi collided with the opponent’s white bone baleful qi.
“Boom!”
Dragon roar and shrill howl sounded together. Everyone’s true spirit sea of consciousness shook.
Surrounding ghosts were intimidated, all pausing. Yuan Jing was not polite. His Seven Stars sword thrust into a ghost general’s chest, sword qi twisting to slay it. Left hand sent a Flowing Cloud Demon-Slaying Curse, directly flipping another ghost general away.
On this side, seeing Lu Zheng deflect his white bone sword, Night Bone True Lord yielded, then countered with a white bone arrow, carrying ghost flames and shrill howls, shooting straight at Lu Zheng’s face for a decisive win.
But Lu Zheng was prepared. He simply lowered his head. The arrow struck the flying tail crown.
“Ding!”
A light ring. Dazzling light flashed on the crown. The bone arrow bounced away. The crown’s surface bore no mark.
Night Bone True Lord, “…”
Though he wanted to curse “shameless relying on weapons and armour”, neither was stupid. Such meaningless words he could not utter, only inviting ridicule.
So Night Bone True Lord rallied, planning anew.
In combat, waves of white bone baleful qi spread from his sword, but none breached Lu Zheng’s protective armour.
Lu Zheng’s treasured armour emitted five-coloured profound lights. In the pitch-black Netherworld, like a five-coloured bulb, expelling all yin and baleful qi, guarding righteousness, warding evil. Under the illumination, like a five-coloured divine dragon descending, dazzling Night Bone True Lord’s eyes.
This light shone not just on eyes but directly into the divine soul. Closing eyes did not help.
Night Bone True Lord shifted his gaze, then glared. His pair of greenish flames burned fiercely, staring coldly at Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng met his gaze. He felt two greenish fire lines cross the armour’s protective light, instantly linking to his divine soul, burning over.
Ghost flames endless, burning spirit and soul, like maggots on bone. Once tainted, perhaps only cutting a piece of one’s sea of consciousness could eradicate it.
“Ghost Flame Burns Spirit!” Night Bone True Lord’s gaze burned, fixed on Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng’s expression focused. He dared not neglect.
“Golden Tower Heart Sword, slash!”
A glittering luxurious treasured sword flashed in Lu Zheng’s mental world, slashing down at the two fire lines.
“Sizzle sizzle sizzle—”
Ghost flames burned, sword qi raged.
Night Bone True Lord’s face paled. He thought Lu Zheng would defend with cloud arts. Unexpectedly, the opponent had such powerful mental secret art, counterattacking.
Hands did not stop. True Dragon Hidden Head Blade and white bone edgeless sword flashed like wind. True spirit and divine soul pitted ghost flames against heart sword.
Night Bone True Lord’s cultivation was not much higher than Lu Zheng’s, but weapons, armour, techniques, and curses were inferior.
So though even at first, as time passed, Lu Zheng adapted and fought smoother. Blade winds howled, sword intent hidden, dragon roars resounded, forcing Night Bone True Lord to retreat repeatedly.
“Great King, this little Taoist is fierce. We cannot hold!”
Misfortunes never come singly. As Night Bone True Lord blocked Lu Zheng’s blade and sword, his subordinates cried for help.
Night Bone True Lord glanced distractedly. His capable ghost generals were mostly dead. The rest barely held, retreating while fighting. Lesser ghosts dared not advance, only shouting and retreating.
For the first time, Night Bone True Lord regretted not recruiting stronger ghosts. Otherwise, pinned down, his forces would not collapse so.
“Follow me back to the cave!”
Night Bone True Lord shouted, but advanced instead of retreating. White bone sword raised skyward. Boundless white bone profound baleful sword qi condensed into a dozens-zhang sword shadow, locking Lu Zheng remotely.
One slash down.
Night Bone True Lord ignored the result, fleeing towards his cave gates.
His Yuanyuan Cave linked to earth veins, inscribed with countless restrictions. All directions buried endless white bones, endless regeneration. Even if this Taoist’s cultivation doubled, breaking his cave was impossible.
Night Bone True Lord was confident. But Lu Zheng might not give the chance.
Suddenly, wind and rain raged.
Night Bone True Lord flew only two zhang. In slanting wind and fine rain ahead, Lu Zheng’s figure appeared abruptly. Amid dragon roar, a blade light fierce as lightning slashed down.
“What?”
Night Bone True Lord blocked horizontally with sword, retreating two steps under Lu Zheng’s force.
“Want to run? Can you?”
Night Bone True Lord’s speed was fast, but not faster than Lu Zheng’s Wind-Rain Flying Immortal.
When cast, figure merged with wind and rain, nearly teleportation.
Breath also fused with wind and rain. So Night Bone True Lord’s locking great sword to delay Lu Zheng wasted mana, ultimately useless.
Seeing Lu Zheng block the return path, Night Bone True Lord glared, tossed his hand. White bone sword flew up, autonomously thrusting at Lu Zheng. He himself turned to light, continuing towards cave gates.
“Where to!”
Lu Zheng patted his gourd. A silver-feathered azure glow sword shot out, meeting the white bone sword head-on. The two swords fought autonomously. Lu Zheng blocked Night Bone True Lord’s front again.
