Chapter 1237: Victory Decided

For such a treasure to fall into the hands of a common mortal was a huge waste! The youth opposite him chuckled at him: "Luo Shengjia has already been defeated by me, and you, as its defeated opponent, having lost twice, actually have no self-awareness?"

Defeated? The Xuan Lu Ghost King's first reaction was disbelief.

Few people knew that there were two ways for Luo Shengjia to be inherited: one was to defeat the original master and seize the armor, and the other was for the precious armor to choose a new master.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King had tried both ways, but Luo Shengjia didn't favor him, still preferring its original master.

He had always believed that the youth before him was the lucky one chosen by the precious armor.

But the opponent now said he had defeated Luo Shengjia fair and square and taken it? If this were true...

A chill rose in the Ghost King's heart.

While speaking, the two exchanged several spear strikes. Whether it was because of a secret fear, the Xuan Lu Ghost King only felt the opponent's power becoming more and more solid. Although his tiger's mouth hadn't been shaken numb, pushing away He Lingchuan's attacks was becoming increasingly strenuous. The force transmitted from the opponent's spear shaft felt like ocean waves, each stronger than the last, and toward the end, it was so surging and powerful that he found it truly difficult to block.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King felt annoyed.

Although Qi Tianbo was a great general, his strength and physique were truly inferior to the opponent's. He could trigger the potential of the skin suit, but he was inevitably limited by the skin suit's ceiling.

The opponent was indeed powerful; even if he had practiced since he was in his mother's womb, he shouldn't have this level of cultivation; but Qi Tianbo's body also limited his performance.

After another swing, He Lingchuan took advantage of the Xuan Lu Ghost King's exposed chest and pressed forward.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King couldn't reach his spear in time and backhanded his blade to block urgently.

With a *clang*, sparks flew everywhere.

Only then did the battle enter close-quarters combat.

He Lingchuan didn't give him more time to react; he pressed his left wrist, and the Folding Blade sprang out, aiming straight for the opponent's neck.

The right blade of the Folding Blade had been broken by him personally at Kelin, and hadn't been repaired yet; He Lingchuan had been wearing the left blade this whole time. Before finding it a new master, he was practicing with it for fun.

Using this strangely shaped weapon for the first time, one would accidentally hurt oneself, but once used to it, it was truly refreshing and interesting.

Even the serrations on the Folding Blade's edge could be extended or retracted according to the master's will.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King had to abandon his spear and raise his hands. Only then did He Lingchuan see that he was wearing a set of black arm guards on both hands, with inconspicuous light gold fine patterns on them, which glowed slightly when blocking the Folding Blade.

He Lingchuan had personally experienced the sharpness of the Folding Blade; it was on par with the Fusheng Blade. That the arm guards could block it showed they were also no ordinary items.

Four or five death-defying soldiers rushed up to surround and beat He Lingchuan, reducing the pressure on the Xuan Lu Ghost King.

In He Lingchuan's view, they all had faint black threads connected to them, the other end of which was of course held by Xuan Lu, but he pretended not to notice.

He had been familiar with the death-defying soldiers' attack methods when fighting Nangong Yan; he knew these guys focused on coordinated attacks, but had no amazing performance individually, showing that the Xuan Lu Ghost King's control had its limitations.

Fu Liushan's voice came from not far away: "Watch out behind you!"

The ground trembled, and that six-tusked giant elephant was also rushing here.

He Lingchuan had put too much pressure on the Ghost King, so the little evil ghosts drove the giant elephant to save their master.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King was also meeting a weapon like the Folding Blade for the first time, thinking its serrations were just special. The Xuan Lu Ghost King blocked twice, and his shoulders were sawed and wounded. When Fu Liushan refined the "Ghost Poison Paste," He Lingchuan had used it without hesitation, and the Folding Blade was well-coated. The toxicity spread to Qi Tianbo's body; although the Ghost King wasn't driven out like the other small ghosts, he still frowned repeatedly in pain.

The two sides exchanged a few more moves, and the Ghost King became gradually familiar with the Folding Blade's attack patterns. He Lingchuan slashed at his head again, and he swung his blade to block it. However, this time, the Folding Blade finally sprang out silently, like a venomous snake revealing its fangs, bending at an unexpected angle and drawing a perfect arc behind his head.

He Lingchuan retracted his left arm and retracted the serrations—

A flash of blood appeared, and the head was sawed off on the spot! The surrounding Boss Situ soldiers saw this scene and couldn't help but cheer loudly: "The enemy commander has fallen! The enemy commander has fallen!"

Boss Situ Yu, not far away, heard the sound and turned his head, unable to help but close his eyes.

A close friend and fellow student for many years, sigh.

But his heart was clear: Qi Tianbo's soul had long since dissipated; what He Lingchuan had destroyed was merely the Xuan Lu Ghost King's skin suit!

Amidst the loud laughter, He Lingchuan casually threw the Fusheng Blade, breaking the commander's flag in one go.

Victory was decided!

"Xuan Lu has been beheaded!" Boss Situ Yu returned to being a calm commander, opening his eyes and shouting, "The Xuan Lu Ghost King is dead! All generals, listen to my orders: attack at full speed!"

The personal guards understood and also shouted with all their might: "The Xuan Lu Ghost King is dead!"

Hundreds of people shouted, their voices echoing layer upon layer in the valley.

Qi Tianbo was beheaded, and the nearby Pi Xia soldiers could all see it. Ordinary soldiers didn't know this was just the Ghost King's skin suit; seeing their leader lose his head and the commander's flag behind him fall, they all thought it was over.

The Xuan Lu Ghost King had already ordered a retreat, and now that the main general had been killed, what was the point of fighting? Nearly a thousand people rushed off, abandoning their enemies and running backward.

There was no method to their running; those who fell behind often had to act as cushions for others.

Two Pi Xia deputy generals urgently ordered an interception, even chopping off a few heads, but it was hard to reverse the trend.

No matter how noisy the battlefield was, He Lingchuan's attention remained on his opponent. Qi Tianbo was beheaded, the skin suit lost all vitality, and the Xuan Lu Ghost King definitely couldn't stay any longer—

The Folding Blade wasn't Fusheng; although it was coated with Ghost Poison Paste, it didn't have the power to sever souls.

He Lingchuan also knew he wasn't dead, because over a dozen sturdy corpse puppets were still fighting. After Qi Tianbo's head fell, the actions of the hundred-plus death-defying soldiers only paused slightly, then continued killing.

Sure enough, as soon as Qi Tianbo's headless corpse hit the ground, a wisp of black smoke darted out, drifting toward the rear under the cover of the night and the chaotic crowd. No matter how capable the Ghost King was, he needed a suitable carrier to fully exert himself.

He Lingchuan was waiting for this opportunity.

The Fusheng Blade flew out, fast as lightning.

Soldiers on both sides of the enemy and friendly forces heard a piercing scream that shook the soul.

The blade *qi* was like a rainbow, shredding this wisp of black smoke to pieces.

Was the Ghost King beheaded? So straightforward? Meeting the Xuan Lu Ghost King again this time, the Divine Bone Necklace remained quiet, neither glowing nor heating up. It seemed that swallowing the avatar on Nangong Yan last time was enough; eating again this time would be too greasy.

Otherwise, if it were to judge, He Lingchuan would know whether the Ghost King was still there or not.

As for now, he could only use other methods. He Lingchuan looked at Qi Tianbo's headless corpse again and prepared to put it into his storage ring.

Hmm, as expected, it didn't work.

It was well known that ghosts and divine souls could not be put into ordinary storage spaces, unless it was Deep Sea Wood or a Jula Tree.

In other words, the wisp of black smoke that had just escaped was only an avatar or a diversion. The Xuan Lu Ghost King's true self was still barely hiding in Qi Tianbo's skin suit.

He Lingchuan drew Fusheng and suddenly cut the head on the ground in two.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1238 =====