Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 169, Ghost Corpse and Blood Poison

"Oh, you’ve been discovered?"

A raspy voice came from within the bloated black robe, his right hand forming a claw. A terrifying suction force emanated from his dry palm, instantly gathering all the ghost fires scattered in the inn.

"Retreat quickly!"

Suddenly, the ghost fire in his eyes leaped intensely, and he growled softly at several shadowy figures beside him. Simultaneously, his figure transformed into a condensed gust of wind, flying swiftly into the distance.

Boom!

However, it was already too late. As soon as his words fell, the shadowy figures hadn’t even had time to move. A violent rumbling noise rang out, the entire roof of the inn was blown away, and a terrifying yellow fist force magnified infinitely before them.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Three shadowy figures standing closer got impacted by the fist force, transforming into blood mist instantly, their bodies shattered into pieces. Those standing further away were also startled by the Qi force, retreating continuously in all directions.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming lightly stepped from the room of the inn, leaping and landing steadily on the stone wall of the inn, his white robe fierce. His eyes were full of slaughter intent, holding his sword tilted, the Slaughter Sword Intent bursting from his body.

"Hmm?"

Despite such a commotion, the inn remained eerily calm. Chu Ming felt a surge in his heart, understanding the situation. He couldn’t help but lament the ruthlessness of the black-cloaked men, who even spared no innocent souls, their methods compared to Demon Dao experts.

Although he wasn’t a person of great mercy, it was impossible for him to indiscriminately slaughter ordinary people unless they were extremely evil beings.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as Chu Ming steadied himself, the shadowy figures who had been startled into retreat instantly flew out from other places, surrounding Chu Ming entirely with cold, emotionless eyes.

"Nether Night Association?"

Seeing most of the black-cloaked men holding long Forked Swords, Chu Ming speculated in his heart.

"Hehehe, Ghost Corpse, seems like your fire isn’t that effective? You actually let him escape!" A shadowy figure mocked the Ghost Corpse, his black robe rustling. From the voice, it was the person who had commanded Ghost Corpse to act earlier.

"Blood Poison, stop with the cold remarks. This kid is bizarre. We should strike together to avoid complications!"

Ghost Corpse said sternly, numerous invisible dark-green ghost fires emanating from his body. These ghost fires seemed to have no temperature, but anything they touched would burn to ashes, extraordinarily eerie.

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Blood Poison’s eyes flashed with purple light, his palm gently moving, gathering numerous purple Spiritual Power on his palm. This Spiritual Power had extraordinary corrosiveness, emitting white corrosive smoke on the rooftop instantly.

Whoosh!

The Spiritual Power on his hand slowly transformed into innumerable poisonous substances, flying swiftly towards Chu Ming. The air turned faintly purple, becoming dazzling.

"Poison?"

Boom!

Chu Ming activated the Burning Fire True Skill to its utmost, countless red flames appeared on his body surface instantly, forming a red light shield. At the same time, he moved.

"Shadowless Burn!"

A dazzling sword light emitted from his hand, intertwined with faint red and black light, resembling a Rootless Flower burning rapidly. Stepping lightly, Chu Ming’s figure instantly split into nine, flying in all directions.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Chu Ming’s figure was hugely elusive, and his speed was too fast. Except for Ghost Corpse and Blood Poison, the other black-cloaked men hadn’t reacted yet and were all slain by Chu Ming, their bodies dropping from the rooftop.

"Ghost Fire Festival!"

Even as the black-cloaked men were massacred, Ghost Corpse’s eyes showed no emotion. A cold ghost fire transformed into a six-foot ghost face between his hands, rushing towards Chu Ming fiercely. The whistling sound and the noise of the air being compressed rang out continuously, reaching Chu Ming instantly.

At this moment, Blood Poison also moved quickly, taking off his black robe. Numerous poisonous insects and beasts shot towards Chu Ming, containing various deadly toxins. Even ordinary True Dao Martial Artists would die instantly upon contact.

Facing the joint attack of the two, Chu Ming’s face remained expressionless. Blood Poison and Ghost Corpse were both True Dao Fifth Layer martial artists, but they were far superior to ordinary True Dao Fifth Layer in terms of means and spiritual power quality.

Boom!

As the ghost face and toxic creatures approached, Chu Ming took a step forward, his left hand clenched into a difficult stretching posture, muscles bulging. A yellow power vortex intermittently twisted on his fist, fist force radiated, and the space around him stilled.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

With one punch, Chu Ming added thirty threads of Fire Essence power, instantly the fist force’s red light wriggled, yellow light like dragons, faintly accompanied by tiger roars and dragon chants.

The surrounding airwaves were entirely expelled, the stone wall on which Chu Ming stood shook, with signs of collapse. Without hesitation, Chu Ming kicked the stone wall, using the recoil force to fly backwards, landing on another stone wall as his white robe fluttered.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ghost face, toxic creatures, and fist force collided, airwaves surged, and spontaneous spiritual power vortexes appeared, annihilating and regenerating. At this time, apart from the inn, other places also felt the battle’s aftermath. Many martial artists stood on the streets watching, not daring to approach, fearing to be impacted.

Whoosh!

Just as Chu Ming steadied himself, he felt a whistling sound behind him. Instantly, he stabbed backward with his sword, a splatter of sword light burst from the sword tip.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Metallic clanging sounded, Chu Ming flipped around to find Ghost Corpse had already appeared behind him somehow. His dry hand seemed to tear Chu Ming’s body apart, emitting dark green stings, but was blocked by Chu Ming’s Blue Red Sword.

Whoosh!

As the phantom shifted, Chu Ming’s eyes narrowed. Ghost Corpse’s figure disappeared from his sight. Before he could turn around, whistling sounds rang out incessantly, Chu Ming just raising his sword, finding whistling sounds from all directions, unable to discern true from false.

Chu Ming retreated, his body flipping, landing steadily on the street. He looked up towards the stone wall.

Rustle!

Countless claw marks appeared at the tip of the stone wall, imagining if Chu Ming was slower by a step, although his life would not be in danger, he would certainly be injured.

Whoosh!

The claw marks in the air vanished, revealing Ghost Corpse’s figure, his black robe rustling, eyes bursting with murderous intent. Behind him stood Blood Poison, watching Chu Ming on the street with flowing purple light in his eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Instantly, Ghost Corpse and Blood Poison closed in on Chu Ming from left and right. After briefly engaging with Ghost Corpse, Chu Ming realized Ghost Corpse had likely cultivated a Body Refining Technique, hence his dry physique due to the Body Refining Technique, while Blood Poison, true to his name, cultivated a Poison Technique.