Chapter 1382: Qinglong Yimu Fire, Burning the Ghost Path

"Kid, don't be careless; this Ghost King is not weak—he's probably just fused and hasn't yet adapted to his new body, which is why he fell into the trap," Heishanyang reminds, "the Guixin Elder is no simple foe; his power is formidable."

It's only that his ghost qi is swelling and hasn't fully adapted, which is why it behaves like this.

It should be said that he doesn't understand the power of the Qinglong Daoren; the Qinglong Halberd is a top‑grade Spiritual Artifact, forged by Chen Chuyang, and is perfectly suited to the Qinglong Daoren. When the two combine, the unleashed power is truly terrifying.

At the very least, it's not something the Guixin Elder can block; the Qinglong Daoren's power is genuine True Dragon power, and even Chen Chuyang, with the same cultivation, might still be weaker than the Qinglong Daoren in strength.

How could human strength possibly compare with that of a beast? Even if it could, compared with the kingly True Dragon among beasts, it is still a bit lacking. Even though the Qinglong Daoren's bloodline is not a complete one, nor the legendary True Dragon lineage, it is nevertheless not weak.

As his cultivation rises, his bloodline continuously refines and condenses, and sooner or later it will become a genuine True Dragon.

"Boom—." The Guixin Elder shatters the ground and rushes before the Qinglong Daoren, cloaked in black, ghost qi swirling.

A forest of white bones appears, lunging at the Qinglong Daoren; on the ghost claws, countless vengeful souls flicker—these are the souls he has devoured within his body. At this moment, they all assault the Qinglong Daoren, first disturbing his mind, then shattering his body.

"Kid, die for this Elder." The Guixin Elder roars in anger, showing no restraint.

The Qinglong Daoren waves his hand, and the Qinglong Halberd strikes down again, utterly unaffected by those vengeful souls. To him, everything is inert; whether enchantment or ghostly sounds, he cares not, as if he cannot see them.

"Qinglong Halberd."

"Boom—."

"What!" The Guixin Elder looks up and sees the Qinglong Halberd expanding infinitely, already crashing down toward him.

He cannot react at all; once more, he crashes to the ground.

The Formation shatters, and blood and ghost qi spread everywhere.

The vast space seems on the verge of collapse; with the Formation destroyed, it can no longer support anything.

The Qinglong Daoren lifts the Qinglong Halberd, watching the scene below with interest, and disdainfully says, "It's not his own power; even if his cultivation is high, what of it?"

"A body filled with empty power, possessing only the realm of Qiudao Fifth Heaven but lacking its power. You are truly weak; you've made this seat quite pleased."

The murderous, heart‑cutting words—this sentence from the Qinglong Daoren truly broke the Guixin Elder.

But it is also a fact: the Guixin Elder himself only has the cultivation of Qiudao First Heaven. By forcibly breaking into Qiudao Fifth Heaven, he leapt four realms at once, which leaves him unable to control the current power, and his mind also cannot be fully mastered.

He possesses only cultivation and ghost qi, yet lacks corresponding strength; facing the Qinglong Daoren, he is clearly outmatched.

The Qinglong Daoren does nothing else; merely swinging the Qinglong Halberd is enough to render him unable to resist.

Pure power, without any divine ability, the strength and its use of his own demonic force—this alone makes the Guixin Elder collapse.

"You are not human; you are a beast of the Mangshan Mountain Range."

"You are also not the demon king of the Mangshan Demon Palace; who exactly are you?"

At this moment, the Guixin Elder dares not move further, staring at the Qinglong Daoren, seeking to know his identity.

The Qinglong Daoren smiles faintly: "You need not know; today you cannot leave this place alive, Guixin Elder."

"If I were you, I would immediately leave a dying word, not ask who I am?"

The Guixin Elder's gaze turns cold, and he snorts, "Hmph."

"A mere beast dares to run amok on human ground; do you think this is the Mangshan Mountain Range?"

"If you dare kill this Elder, the Bai Family will not let you go, nor will the Corpse Refining Sect."

"And you think you can kill this Elder?"

The Qinglong Daoren shakes his head: "You are confident, but what a pity."

He raises the Qinglong Halberd, and the Qinglong Daoren grins with clenched teeth: "I've had enough fun; I don't want to waste words with you, nor waste time."

This time, his time is limited; he cannot linger outside for long.

He must return early, leaving few traces, lest he be easily discovered.

He certainly doesn't want to be targeted by those people; he must quickly eliminate all this and then leave the place.

The most valuable Black Wood Coffin here has already fallen into his hands. As for the clash between the Huang Family and the Bai Family, the Qinglong Daoren is untroubled; he also need not worry about the safety of Qinglian and Haoyang.

Given the strength and temperament of those two youngsters, even if they can't win, they can still run away.

"Heishanyang."

Heishanyang opens his massive maw, activating the Devouring Divine Ability, ready to swallow the Guixin Elder in one bite.

"Devouring Divine Ability, you are…" The Guixin Elder's face changes, his whole body resisting the devouring force.

But he ignored the Qinglong Daoren, who acted in an instant.

The Qinglong Halberd comes within sight; the Guixin Elder tries to free a hand to counter, but cannot, even the Ghost King Dharma Body cannot be gathered.

Heishanyang's Devouring Divine Ability is too terrifying, preventing him from gathering ghost qi; whatever ghost qi erupts, Heishanyang devours.

"Pfft."

The Qinglong Halberd pierces his body, and the Guixin Elder gives a cold smile: "Such an attack cannot kill this Elder."

The Qinglong Daoren's mouth lifts: "Is that so?"

"And this as well."

"Buzz."

Flames surge up the Qinglong Halberd, instantly enveloping the Guixin Elder's entire body.

"Qinglong Yimu Fire."

As the flames surge, ghost qi begins to burn, and the Guixin Elder's flesh gradually melts away.

The Qinglong Daoren withdraws the Qinglong Halberd, lifts his right hand, pressing it against the Guixin Elder's skull; the flames instantly flare, wrapping the Guixin Elder. He cannot move; his ghost qi rapidly consumes.

"Refining Ghost into Pill."

The divine ability activates, the Guixin Elder's body shudders, and his ghost qi begins to contract.

His body also contracts.

Uncontrolled, it begins to be refined; Qinglong Yimu Fire burns everything—ghost qi and vengeful souls alike are incinerated at this moment.

"No!"

"You cannot treat me this way; I am of the Bai Family…"

Guixin Elder's wailing cry rang out; Guixin Elder was unwilling to die like this, hadn't even fought yet, and was already schemed against by this person.

Qinglong Daoren didn't care who he was; since he had seen him, he would die.

"Refine."

"No."

Guixin Elder's body began to contract, beginning to shrink.

Finally, the ghostly aura that enveloped him dispersed.

Only a single pill remained, a pitch‑black pill, floating in midair.

Qinglong Yimu Fire gradually dissipated; Qinglong Daoren seized this pill, threw it toward Heishanyang, Heishanyang opened its mouth and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

A slurping sound rang out; Heishanyang closed its eyes and savored the taste of the pill.

"This is the taste."

A satisfied smile appeared.