Chapter 1498: Old Enemies

Old Enemies

"This annoying smell of the mortal world... Every time I smell it, my whole body feels uncomfortable." Xiaoji's face was dark, and the look he gave Sun Bumian was like looking at a nuisance.

"Heh, then don't breathe," Sun Bumian shot back without showing any weakness.

Xiaoji ignored his provocation and spoke again. "Auspicious Omen, you better get this straight. This is the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, not your world of the living... In the past thousand years, you've forced your way into the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path to see your master no less than a hundred times. Just how much nonsense do you and your master have to talk about??"

Sun Bumian: ...

Sun Bumian's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something in his defense, but he really did feel a bit embarrassed.

"Um... Actually, I didn't come specifically to see my master this time. I brought friends... Of course, since I'm already here, I should naturally drop by to see him. After all, it's been a few hundred years, and I miss the old man quite a bit."

"What do you take our Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path for? A place you can come and go as you please? It's not enough that you come by yourself, you have to bring a bunch of people too... Do you really treat this place like a tourist attraction?!"

The more Xiaoji spoke, the angrier he got. His rage rapidly climbed, and even the chain holding Tan Xin behind him began to shake violently!

"Since you're here, you might as well stay and keep your master company."

The white robe swept across the sky, charging straight at Sun Bumian. Although he didn't use any spiritual power, his entire body's Ghost Dao Divine Abilities were poised to strike!

Sun Bumian sneered:

"Rank 7?"

"If you're not afraid of this Rank 7, why did you lock my spiritual power with [Ceasefire]? Let me guess... you know what will happen if my power is unleashed, right?"

Xiaoji's expression darkened slightly. Having dealt with him for thousands of years, they naturally knew how terrifying Sun Bumian's Power of Samsara was. Though he was only Rank 7 now, the moment he made up his mind to slaughter his way through the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path at any cost, he could instantly recover his former Rank 8 power... or perhaps even higher.

Fortunately, in the past two years, a high-ranking [Ceasefire] had appeared among the humans. This was perhaps the only way to keep Sun Bumian in check, and it was a trump card the Ghost Path Special Envoys had specifically hidden and prepared to deal with him.

"Cut the crap."

Xiaoji flicked his sleeve, and chains connected directly to the River Styx. With the infusion of a massive amount of ghostly power, Suxi pushed the Ghost Dao Divine Abilities to their absolute limit!

He raised his hand and pointed at Sun Bumian from afar:

"[Finger of Breaking Delusions]."

A terrifying, heaven-piercing oppressive aura fell along with Xiaoji's pointing finger. The destructive power contained within was dozens of times greater than what Kongwang had unleashed in the Tianshu Domain back then. That inexhaustible River Styx was the Ghost Path Special Envoys' home-field advantage and their greatest source of confidence!

Sun Bumian gave a cold snort. The flames of the Awakened Lion ignited upon him, and the dense smell of the mortal world madly spread through the Ghost Path...

"You want a magical duel with me? Then bring it on!"

He raised his hand and pressed it toward that massive, descending finger...

Theater Dao Secret Method, [Sleeve-Hand Pushing Heaven]!

A finger and a palm crashed together in the void, and the visible shockwaves swept across the sky!

...

"No, bro..."

"Where the hell did this send me??"

On the other side of the River Styx, Jian Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar ruins of high-rise buildings around him, deep bewilderment in his eyes.

Rustle—

Carried by the gentle breeze, a plastic bag fluttered under the dim sky. The ruins of a forest of skyscrapers were scattered all over. In the reflection of a skyscraper's glass, a white-robed figure slowly approached.

Jian Changsheng frowned and abruptly turned his head to look behind him, one hand lightly resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, treating the situation as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Path of the Soldier, is it..."

"This killing intent is rather familiar."

A calm, rippleless voice drifted over from the distance. As the pale coat billowed in the wind, a deep face that looked as if carved from a mask was exposed to Jian Changsheng's line of sight...

The Special Envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, [Da'an].

"Tsk."

"So we ran into each other after all."

As Jian Changsheng's hand clenched tight, ancient killing intent gushed out from the scabbard. He slowly drew the long sword from his waist, and a black armor formed from condensed killing intent clung to his body!

Jian Changsheng held the sword in one hand, holding the other out with the palm facing up. With a resolute gaze, he slowly dragged the edge of the sword across his palm, and streams of scarlet blood flowed down his arm.

Observing Blood.

Domain, open!

As the ring of killing intent gathered behind Jian Changsheng, Da'an's tightly shut eyes twitched slightly.

"As expected..." Da'an said indifferently.

"Since that's the case..."

Raising his pale sleeve, Da'an pointed his index finger straight at the flowing River Styx in the sky.

A chain flew out from his fingertip, accurately snagging a certain ghost within the River Styx. As the chain retracted, the ghost streaked across the sky like a meteor, crashing down heavily right beside Da'an!

A sweeping gale brushed past Jian Changsheng's black hair. Holding his long sword horizontally in front of him, he looked at the phantom of the ghost tethered by the chain...

In the next second, his figure froze in place.

BOOM—!!

A towering pillar of ancient killing intent erupted explosively from Da'an!!

Black battle armor gathered over Da'an's white clothes, and a ring of killing intent silently rotated behind him. Da'an reached out and grasped the void, and a long sword identical to Jian Changsheng's fell into his palm...

The chain swayed gently in the air.

An incomplete ghost floated silently by his side.

Path of the Soldier, [Shura] path...

God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.

...

Vermilion earrings danced lightly in the wind.

Chen Ling slightly turned his head, looking behind him...

"Your Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path really thinks highly of me..." Chen Ling spoke calmly.

In the dark street behind him, two white-robed figures stood atop two extinguished street lamps respectively. The corners of their clothes fluttered in the wind, their pale cheeks looking like phantoms.

"You actually sent out two Special Envoys?"

"To deal with the Calamity of Mockery, we naturally must be a bit more cautious," Chikou snorted coldly. "As for that Path of the Physician who's only at Rank 6, he's not going to live long anyway. Crushing him to death is as simple as crushing an ant."

Hearing these words, Chen Ling's gaze sharpened.

"...What did you say?"

"What he said is not important." The other white-robed Special Envoy, who had two black ram horns growing from his forehead, spoke eerily. "Today, we will avenge Kongwang."

The final Special Envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, [Liulian].

As Liulian raised his hand and pointed, a chain shot straight toward the River Styx.

Activating his ghost-controlling arts, he seemed to grab onto a specific ghost, forcefully yanking it back down to the earth. When that ghost descended, an unrivaled and overwhelmingly powerful aura swept across the street!

It was a ghost just as powerful as the Sun Simiao controlled by Chikou.

The moment the ghost revealed its true face, Chen Ling's gaze darkened slightly...

An English gentleman's trench coat fluttered in the Ghost City without any wind, and slightly curly black hair draped casually down. As those gem-like, translucent pupils slowly opened, the oppressive aura of the Path of the Thief suddenly descended.

The former Demigod of the Path of the Thief, leader of the Fire-Stealers...

Silver King, Li Leider.