Even though Lu Ming and the others were running at full speed, countless ghost claws still lunged from both sides of the path, frantically grabbing at them.
Lu Ming’s spiritual energy surged as he prepared to strike.
Boom!
Huang Tianbao suddenly summoned the Hundred Million Soul Banner.
As black smoke billowed out, countless wailing and howling malicious spirits swarmed from within, grabbing the ghost claws and dragging them back into the Hundred Million Soul Banner.
“Awooo…”
One wave of shrieks followed another as the ghost claws wailed, desperately trying to break free and retreat. They had intended to catch people, not be caught themselves!
But it was far too late.
The malicious spirits flying out of the Hundred Million Soul Banner simply latched onto the ghost claws and hauled them back with brute force, yanking and dragging them inside.
In moments, the ghost claws surrounding Lu Ming and his group vanished without a trace.
The instant the ghost claws disappeared, a flash of yellow light flew into Huang Tianbao’s body.
Simultaneously, the narrow yellow path before them vanished, replaced by an open expanse. It was as if the path had never existed at all.
Lu Ming looked at Huang Tianbao with shock. “Bao, this weapon of yours is incredible!”
Huang Tianbao scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Eldest Senior Brother, I still prefer it when you call me Old Third. When you call me ‘Bao,’ it gives me goosebumps!”
Lu Ming laughed heartily. “Alright, Sanbao, this weapon of yours is amazing!”
Huang Tianbao was somewhat speechless, but he explained anyway.
“Eldest Senior Brother, an artifact spirit in a black dress has awakened within my Hundred Million Soul Banner. So now, I can deploy the malicious souls inside to bully others!”
Lu Ming’s eyes widened. An awakened artifact spirit?
Old Third’s luck was truly formidable! Back then, he had just picked a random black banner from the sect; who would have thought it was this powerful?
He turned to Big Yellow. “Has your mace awakened an artifact spirit yet?”
Big Yellow shook its head regretfully.
Lu Ming nodded, muttering to himself, I wonder if any of the weapons in my Weapon Vault can awaken artifact spirits?
Their Qingshan Sect truly deserved its reputation as the former number one sect of the Xuantian Continent; its foundation was quite deep. Of the weapons the three of them had chosen, two had already shown themselves to be extraordinary.
Just then, Ye Fan, whose blade light was slightly dimmed, flew over to catch up with them.
“Lu Ming! Since you had this ability, why didn’t you use it earlier? You left me back there to fight to the death while you just watched…”
Hearing Ye Fan’s furious questioning, Lu Ming replied helplessly, “Immortal Saber! You have to understand us. We didn’t know we had this ability either!”
“If we had known sooner… we would have used it ages ago!”
Ye Fan: “…”
You didn’t even know your own abilities? Who are you trying to fool?
“Besides, you’re the most powerful Immortal Saber. With the saber pressure you emit, those ghost claws wouldn’t even dare to get close to you!” Lu Ming rambled on.
Looking at Lu Ming’s mouth, Ye Fan wanted to stab him to death right then and there.
He felt as though Lu Ming was doing this on purpose.
“Lu Ming, you need to realize that I am a saber, not a person! I need someone to wield me to unleash my full power!” Ye Fan continued his accusation.
Lu Ming replied, “I didn’t know! You said you were a very powerful Immortal Saber, so I thought since you were so amazing, I should just try to stay out of your way and not hold you back!”
Ye Fan felt his head throbbing. How could he have such a loathsome and damnable enemy?
“Now, don’t say I’m mistreating you! I’m going to let you rest now…”
With that, Lu Ming tossed Ye Fan back into the storage bag.
Inside the storage bag, Ye Fan couldn’t help but doubt whether his decision was correct.
He felt that before he could even backstab Lu Ming to death, the other man might just end up getting him killed first!
He even suspected Lu Ming was doing it intentionally! Could it be that he knew something?
No, that shouldn't be possible.
Ye Fan’s thoughts churned, unable to find an answer. He was currently a high-level immortal treasure; why did this damnable mortal dislike him so much?
“Boss, I get the feeling you’re targeting that stupid saber?”
“Exactly!” Lu Ming admitted without hesitation.
Big Yellow and the others looked at Lu Ming curiously, not understanding why he was doing this.
Lu Ming frowned. “From the first moment I saw that saber, I felt like it was targeting me!”
Remembering the scene when the Immortal Saber first flew toward Lu Ming, Big Yellow couldn't help but ask, “Back in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, when the Immortal Saber flew toward you, was it because your protagonist aura attracted it? Did it want to recognize you as its master?”
Huang Tianbao also nodded and looked at Lu Ming. After all, that Immortal Saber seemed very aloof; it barely acknowledged anyone other than Lu Ming.
Lu Ming also frowned. Could it be that my intuition was wrong?
Whatever. He would keep the Immortal Saber for now and sell it once they got out! Keeping spirit stones was much safer!
...
After Ghost King Huang Dun led Monk Fa Zhen onto the path, their group stretched out in a long line because of their numbers.
“Master Fa Zhen, do you see any danger?” Ghost King Huang Dun asked the monk behind him.
Monk Fa Zhen scanned the surroundings again. “Amitabha, I have found nothing for the time being.”
“No danger? Are we just going to keep walking like this?” Ghost King Huang Dun asked, feeling puzzled.
Just then, the very last ghost soldier in the line shuddered. He remembered being the last one, so why did he hear footsteps behind him?
Unable to resist his curiosity, he looked back.
Then, he felt as if he saw his deceased great-grandmother. The ghost soldier was dazed. Why am I seeing my great-grandmother?
At that moment, his great-grandmother was waving at him with a kind expression.
“My dear grandson… don’t go…”
The ghost soldier’s footsteps instinctively halted, his body leaning forward slightly. The moment he stopped!
Sizzle!
The yellow earth of the path beneath his feet suddenly came to life! Fine threads of yellow mud, like thousands of vines, instantly coiled around his ankles, pinning him firmly to the road!
Then, the yellow mud frantically crawled up his legs. The ghostly essence on the soldier’s body began to drain away rapidly.
But he was powerless to stop it.
After a moment, the ghost soldier’s soul fire grew visibly dim. His ghostly body was being assimilated by the yellow path, turning into the withered earth used to pave the road!
Then, the yellow path returned to its silent state.
...
The ghost soldier who was second to last suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
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