“Boom...”
With Lu Ming joining the fray, he teamed up with Man Xiong.
Before long, Zhuo Yuan was unable to hold them off, and Man Xiong smashed her head to pieces with a single punch.
However, Man Xiong had also depleted a massive amount of energy and was covered in wounds.
Lu Ming pulled out a bottle of top-grade recovery pills and handed them to Man Xiong.
He then stuffed another handful of pills into his own mouth and rushed over to help Huang Tianbao.
As for Big Yellow and the others, the effects of their pills wore off just as Lu Ming rushed over to help.
Their combat power was once again suppressed.
All they could do now was protect themselves and make sure they didn't hold anyone back!
Finding a safe corner, Wang Defa activated a protection array disk, and they hid inside to begin healing.
On the battlefield, a yin wind howled, churning with a sky full of malevolent energy.
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold as he quickly swept his gaze across the battlefield.
His gaze instantly locked onto Ghost King Huang Dun, whose aura was unstable after being heavily injured by Huang Tianbao earlier.
As the saying went: “Injuring ten fingers is not as good as breaking one!”
“And breaking one finger is not as good as killing one person!”
Having made up his mind, Lu Ming brandished Ye Fan and charged toward Ghost King Huang Dun.
Seeing Lu Ming brandishing him onto the battlefield once again, Ye Fan felt a strange sensation in his heart.
Why does it feel like I've helped this guy quite a lot?
Ghost King Huang Dun, who had just stabilized his injuries, suddenly sensed Lu Ming's approach.
A flash of disdain crossed his ghostly eyes, and a mocking sneer played at the corners of his lips.
He was a grand Unity stage Ghost King. Although he had been heavily injured by Huang Tianbao just now, a starved camel was still bigger than an ant. How could a mere Soul Transformation ant dare to challenge him?
He was truly courting death!
Although he had been shocked when Lu Ming wiped out the group of outside cultivators earlier, and knew that Lu Ming was far stronger than ordinary Soul Transformation cultivators... in his eyes, Lu Ming was still not enough to be a threat.
“A mere Soul Transformation ant dares to act so arrogant before this king?”
Ghost King Huang Dun sneered quietly. Mobilizing his ghostly energy, black mist billowed around him as he raised his hand and struck out.
He believed that with this single palm strike, Lu Ming would either die or be severely crippled.
But in the next second, the power of thunder suddenly erupted!
“Crack! Crack!”
“Ah!”
Ghost King Huang Dun let out a shrill, agonizing scream.
Looking up, he saw Lu Ming's primordial spirit with three heads and six arms. Specifically, the head wearing the black hat.
It was brandishing a black whip of lightning, ruthlessly lashing him repeatedly.
Terror filled Ghost King Huang Dun's eyes. This whip was specifically designed to target primordial spirits and souls—it was his natural counter!
After only a few lashes, his ghostly body began to dissipate...
Seeing the whip in Lu Ming's hand, Ye Fan was also startled.
He remembered being whipped to death himself. That feeling of dying was truly horrific...
Ghost King Huang Dun was already injured to begin with, and this made his condition far worse.
Even so, he hastily conjured a protective shield.
“Boom...”
Lu Ming's physical body smashed the protective shield to pieces using Ye Fan.
Terrified, Ghost King Huang Dun's ghostly energy trembled violently as he turned around to flee...
“Crack!”
Lu Ming's black-hatted primordial spirit lashed out, directly wrapping the whip around Ghost King Huang Dun.
His physical body then gripped Ye Fan and slammed him brutally into Ghost King Huang Dun's ghostly form.
“Ah! Ah!”
Shrill screams echoed through the void. At this moment, Ghost King Huang Dun finally realized the truth!
It wasn't that Baili Mo and the other outsiders were too weak.
It was that this guy in front of him was too bizarre, too monstrous!
This was absolutely not the combat power a normal Soul Transformation cultivator should possess!
Ghost King Huang Dun's mind reeled. An unprecedented terror surged from the depths of his heart, and a bone-chilling dread instantly saturated his soul.
“Boom...”
Gritting his teeth, Ghost King Huang Dun severed his own arm that was bound by the black whip.
Then, channeling the last of his ghostly energy, he turned and fled!
“Trying to run?”
Lu Ming scoffed coldly, preparing to give chase.
“Boom...”
Just then, a massive fist smashed directly into Ghost King Huang Dun, sending him flying backward.
Man Xiong, who had recovered slightly, stepped in to block Ghost King Huang Dun's path of retreat.
Seeing this, Lu Ming raised his black whip without hesitation.
As the whip descended, thunder crackled violently!
“Pfft!”
Ghost King Huang Dun spewed out a mixture of ghostly energy and black mist.
Half of his ghostly body was instantly shattered.
Yin energy gushed frantically from the wound.
“Impossible! You are a mere Soul Transformation cultivator, how can you possess such terrifying power!”
Ghost King Huang Dun shrieked in agony.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and immense resentment.
As a Ghost King ruling over a territory, he had dominated the Xuanming Great World for countless years.
He had never suffered such severe injuries, let alone been utterly crushed by a lower-realm cultivator!
“Anything is possible,”
Lu Ming replied, staring coldly at Ghost King Huang Dun.
Then, giving him absolutely no time to react, at the exact moment Huang Dun's injuries flared up and his soul fell into chaos,
Lu Ming blurred forward, leaping high into the air. Gripping Ye Fan, he struck hard at Ghost King Huang Dun.
“Boom...”
A roaring boom resounded across the battlefield.
Ghost King Huang Dun's final protective barrier shattered completely.
His entire ghostly body exploded, and dense, pitch-black ghostly energy dissipated into the air.
At the moment Ghost King Huang Dun died, a yellow beam of light shot into the sky and vanished.
Lu Ming frowned, unsure of what had just escaped.
High up in the sky, out of Lu Ming and the others' sight, the yellow light plunged straight into a yellow token floating in the void.
That token was the very one Ghost King Huang Dun had produced earlier to open the Myriad Soul Mountain battlefield.
“Huang Dun!”
“Old Huang!”
“...”
The moment Ghost King Huang Dun died, the other Ghost Kings fighting Huang Tianbao couldn't help but cry out in shock.
The five of them had vied for supremacy for so many years.
They had never imagined that Ghost King Huang Dun would actually die like this!
And at the hands of a mere Soul Transformation cultivator, no less.
At the exact moment their minds wavered, Huang Tianbao seized the opportunity and shook the Hundred Million Soul Banner.
Millions of vengeful souls howled as they surged forth, transforming into a sky-blotting black tide of soul-devouring energy that swept directly toward Ghost King Qing Dun.
Ghost King Qing Dun had been momentarily distracted and shocked, leaving him no time to mobilize his defenses.
The protective ghostly energy surrounding his body was instantly torn apart and gnawed away by countless resentful spirits, crumbling layer by layer.
“Old Qing!”
“Qing Dun!”
“Stop!”
Ghost King Hei Dun and the others turned pale with fright, shouting in alarm.
They wanted to rush to his aid, but Lu Ming and Man Xiong had already charged forward, blocking their way.
Shrill ghostly wails pierced the void. The Hundred Million Soul Banner frantically absorbed Ghost King Qing Dun's dissipating soul, causing the red light of the runes on the banner to flare up violently.
Within just a few breaths of time, the monstrously arrogant Ghost King Qing Dun had his soul completely shredded.
It was entirely swallowed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, leaving not even a single remnant soul behind.
At the moment of his death, an azure light also shot into the sky and vanished without a trace.
Huang Tianbao firmly gripped the Hundred Million Soul Banner with one hand, the baleful energy around his body suddenly skyrocketing.
Seeing Lu Ming, who was covered in blood and still fighting, a flash of worry crossed Huang Tianbao's eyes, and he hurriedly charged forward once more.
By now, Ghost King Hei Dun and the remaining Ghost Kings had completely lost all desire to fight for supremacy.
Never in their wildest dreams did they expect such an outcome!
Out of so many powerhouses, they were the only three left alive!
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