Chapter 450: 《A Chinese Ghost Story》: The Nine-Headed Female Ghost

"It really is a trap!"

Smoker reacted the fastest; two Poison Dragons of flame rose from his back, extending like arms and pouncing toward the Weirdness-filled ghost conglomerate.

The female ghost smiled contemptuously and raised one arm.

The head she was holding was lifted up, its eyes wide open, shedding blood-red tears that coalesced into a hideous, ghost-faced blood shield.

In the center of the blood shield, the likeness of that head emerged.

Its cherry-red mouth opened wide, peeling back its own scalp, and swallowed the pouncing Poison Dragon of flame in one bite.

Ignoring the potent poison and scorching flames, it chewed expressionlessly.

Then...

"Watch out!"

Tiequan Kapu sensed something was wrong; his martial artist instinct was sounding an alarm.

He took two steps out, blocking in front of the four, bent his legs slightly, tightened his horse stance, and then threw a punch.

A shockwave spread out.

The white air currents stirred up by the fist were like the turbulence after space is torn open.

Greeting the Iron Fist was the Poison Dragon of flame that the female ghost had swallowed.

The dragon head, burning with red poisonous fire, collided with the Iron Fist, emitting bursts of sound like space shattering.

Ring-shaped spatial ripples undulated all the way out of the entire Ku Ye Lin.

"That's your move, Smoker; to think it was completely countered and reflected back, what terrifying power!"

Tiequan Kapu retreated two steps, stabilized his stance, and his expression was particularly grave.

His hanging fists were scorched red by the fire poison, the skin festering.

Fortunately, he had previously eaten the wood core dropped by the Ghost Tree Demon King, increasing his energy Resistance, so the fire poison did not drill into his flesh and fascia.

"To think it could completely return my Poison Dragon?"

Smoker was shocked inside; the attack just now was not only swift, but the power of the burning Poison Dragon was not diminished in the slightest, as if it could pierce even the Ghost Tree Demon King with its steel-like trunk.

"Akainu, Kizaru, attack together!"

Smoker frowned, looking at the female ghost who was smiling coquettishly, the curve of her mouth not even changing.

Does the female ghost's ability have no consumption?

"Admiral Smoker, watch your tone."

Sakazuki was very uncomfortable being commanded by Smoker.

When he was called Admiral Akainu, Smoker was merely a branch officer, and in the weakest East Blue at that.

Even if they were on equal footing now, he still possessed a trace of arrogance.

"Understood."

Although Kizaru was lazy, his combat talent was very strong, and he grasped Smoker's idea in a second.

A layer of golden light quickly emerged, covering him like armor.

A long spear with dazzling light and flame was held in his hand, like a golden lancer from myths and legends.

Hum.

A beam of light shot out, and Kizaru's figure also disappeared from where he stood, appearing behind the nine-headed female ghost along the beam.

Earth Dragon Demon-Sealing Kill!

A golden spear tip rose from the ground like a tall tower, pinning the nine-headed female ghost to the highest point.

Golden chains wound out like spirit snakes, binding her layer by layer.

The locked-down nine-headed female ghost had the head she was holding shake stiffly, and the scarlet blood shield pressed down horizontally.

In a mere second, it swallowed all of Kizaru's light-flame spear tip.

Boom! The moment the scarlet blood shield hit the ground, the earth shook and the mountains swayed.

As if repeating the same old trick, the swallowed golden spear tip, stained red with blood, swept toward the other two who were closing in.

"Fury of the Flame Demon!"

Akainu charged, his entire body wrapped in scorching magma; the flowing Hell lava seemed to turn into raging fire, smashing the sweeping golden spear tip to pieces.

His palms completely transformed into the appearance of a Flame Demon, with fine lava scales shimmering with a scorching luster.

He grabbed the arm that the nine-headed female ghost had raised.

Like snapping a crab leg, he exerted force against the joint.

Crack!

After a moment of panic, the nine-headed female ghost adjusted her posture, and the two arms on her right ribcage raised simultaneously.

Sharp screech!

The beautiful head opened its mouth wide, emitting a silent roar.

Akainu did not hear any sound, but he could feel the fluctuations in the air; waves caused by the sharp screech crashed into his brain.

His consciousness became chaotic, and blood gushed from his nose.

Akainu felt his brain was like a lump of tofu being sliced by countless sharp blades. In the moment of his trance, the nine-headed female ghost had already broken free from the Flame Demon claw and drifted backward.

"Die!"

Smoker swung his body, the Poison Dragons of flame intertwining and twisting, constantly being compressed, until they finally condensed into a palm-sized little flame dragon.

He smashed down with a punch, and the Poison Dragon of flame wrapped around his fist pierced the crown of the nine-headed female ghost, like a hot knife through butter, splitting her in two.

"Is she dead?"

"Just as I thought, the blood shield that can reflect attacks can only swallow one skill at a time."

Looking at the nine-headed female ghost scorched into a muddy mess, Smoker slowly exhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas flickering with flames.

Tee-hee-hee...

The eerie, coquettish laughter appeared once again.

From the mud-like female ghost, a beautiful woman's head with eyes tightly shut floated out.

Under the vigilant gazes of the group, they suddenly snapped open.

The pure black pupils were like two rifts in space-time, emitting an extremely powerful suction force.

"Oh no!"

All five felt a chill in their shoulders as a mass of gelatinous soul matter was pulled out by this suction, leaving their bodies and being drawn into the female ghost's pupils.

Creak.

The female ghost's head opened and closed its eyes, chewing on the swallowed soul gelatin as if it were a mouth.

The shell, damaged by the flaming Poison Dragon, visibly restored itself to its original state, as if it were a molded clay statue.

"Tee-hee-hee... I'll give you all one last chance. Whoever is willing to throw the Ghost Tree Demon Heart into the Taoshu, I will spare."

The drifting nine-headed female ghost looked like a white spider with its limbs spread wide.

Nine heads,

each beautiful and alluring, yet they appeared in the form of hand-held lanterns, their beauty turning into terror.

Swish.

Kizaru moved like a golden beam of light, circling the nine-headed female ghost at light speed, the trails of golden beams trapping her like a cage of light.

If it were someone who had stumbled into this special space by mistake, they might have been willing to submit to save their lives.

But everyone present was a player of the Samsara Game; even if they died, they could be resurrected via Huangquan Lu.

If they were to submit to a Golden-level female ghost just like that, it would be too shameful if word got out.

"Flame Demon Missile..."

Akainu raised his arms, palms gathered together, and a Flame Demon summoning array the size of a millstone appeared.

Countless small Flame Demons were fired out like shots from a Flintlock.

【Blood-Colored Ghost Mirror】! The nine-headed female ghost laughed grimly and once again opened a mirror that looked like a scarlet blood shield, reflecting all the Flame Demon bullets.

Just at this moment,

Orochimaru, who had not made a move the entire time but had disappeared, suddenly appeared behind the female ghost.

A coffin, from which black mist was constantly overflowing, had its lid opened.

A snake tail engraved with dense black curse scripts extended from the coffin, wrapping tightly around the neck of the nine-headed female ghost like a noose during an execution.

A pull.

The nine-headed female ghost was dragged into the black coffin, and shrieks and the roars of dead spirits constantly emanated from within.

Five seconds later, a hole was broken through the black coffin lid.

The nine-headed female ghost drifted out from the hole in a sorry state; of her original nine heads, four were lost, and the stumps still retained the aura of the black death curse.

"The rest is up to you..."

Orochimaru's lips were bright red, looking extremely sickly, as he stroked the broken black coffin with a pained expression.

This was a Golden-level game item with spatial attributes; he hadn't expected that even the black coffin would be unable to trap the nine-headed female ghost.

"Although there was an element of a sneak attack, to be able to cut off four of the female ghost's heads single-handedly?"

No matter how much Akainu disliked Orochimaru, he couldn't help but admire the other's strength and methods.

"Kill!"

Garp did not give the female ghost any chance to recover or dodge, raising his fist and charging forward.

But she dodged nimbly; in her soul state, her movement speed was extremely fast.

"Cut down the Taoshu, let's see if she can still dodge then?"

Akainu turned his head, his gaze falling upon that massive Taoshu that looked like a bloody arm.

Since Master Ning's goal was to hunt the tree heart to restore the Taoshu, would cutting it down interfere with him? The five looked at each other and nodded one after another.

The female ghost, who had already drifted away, had her expression change in shock; she hurriedly raised several arms and opened the eyes of the remaining five beautiful heads.

"Stop at once!"

(End of chapter)