Chapter 458: This Is Called Cooperation

All the ghost kings could no longer sit still, and the other evil spirits of Ghost Valley also rioted in droves.

The entire Ghost Valley erupted in turmoil, and sensing the ghost kings' ever-approaching aura, Hong Zun and the others in Spirit City also set out at once.

"I said it wouldn't happen today."

Hong Zun had anticipated this; those ghost kings could at most hold out until tonight, and indeed that was the case.

Hearing that, Qi Xiong silently nodded.

When the ghost kings took action, Qi Xiong and the others naturally could not stand by; they had to intervene to stop them.

On the battlefield, countless evil spirits lay dead or wounded, and the Dao Yi Sect disciples had gone completely berserk in killing.

But just then, terrifying ghostly auras rapidly approached—clearly the ghost kings had arrived.

Seeing the evil spirits slaughtered beyond measure, the ghost kings' eyes nearly burst with rage.

"Bold."

"Courting death."

The casualty situation was far worse than imagined—how long has it been? The evil spirits they sent to the peripheral regions are now down to just over twenty thousand, less than thirty thousand.

What does that mean? Over eighty percent casualties.

Without the slightest hesitation, looking down at the Dao Yi Sect disciples below, the ghost kings directly chose to strike, as if they wished to tear them apart alive.

But just as the ghost kings launched their attack, Qi Xiong and the others arrived in time and blocked the assault.

As a gathering place for evil spirits, Ghost Valley's strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

This time, the number of ghost kings taking action was a full twelve, surpassing the numbers of Hong Zun, Qi Xiong, and their group.

Seeing Hong Zun and the others take action, the ghost kings were not surprised; they had long expected this, and the leading ghost king directly confronted Qi Xiong.

"Qi Xiong, your Dao Yi Sect bullies ghosts too much."

"Nonsense—humans and ghosts follow different paths; do you expect me to buy you a meal?"

"You're courting death."

The ghost kings of both sides, the Saints, erupted into a great battle at this moment.

Qi Xiong and Hong Zun each faced two ghost kings, one against two.

"Hong Zun, today is your day of death."

One-on-one, this ghost king would not dare claim to be Hong Zun's match, but now, facing two, it has no fear whatsoever.

Coincidentally, there were still some old grudges, so we'll settle new and old scores together.

"Who will defeat whom is still uncertain."

Hearing that, Hong Zun showed no trace of fear, gave a cold smile, and went forward holding his wine sword.

He swung his sword; the blade's edge was noticeably sharper than before.

Even just the first clash caused this ghost king's expression to darken.

How many years has it been since we last met, and Hong Zun's strength has increased so much?

But so what? Even if the two ghost kings join forces, could they still not defeat Hong Zun alone?

In the fierce battle, Hong Zun's strength was indeed strong; facing two opponents, he did not fall too far behind.

However, as time passed, the ghost kings' numerical advantage gradually became apparent.

Hong Zun also clearly felt the strain.

Mainly, he had to devote half his attention to guarding against the other ghost king, so he could not focus fully.

Trying to slay that ghost king also became extremely difficult.

He struck down with his sword, clashing fiercely with the ghost king's claw; head-on, Hong Zun clearly held the advantage.

But just then, another ghost king suddenly appeared behind Hong Zun, its ferocious face lunging with a claw.

"Die, Hong Zun."

In this situation, Hong Zun obviously had no room to dodge.

He could only meet it head-on; but at the critical moment, Wang Tieshu forced back the ghost king he was fighting, without hesitation rushed to Hong Zun, and blocked the blow for him.

The ghost claw fiercely struck Wang Tieshu's abdomen, and blood spurted out at once.

"You.............."

Seeing Wang Tieshu unhesitatingly block the blow for him, Hong Zun's expression was complex; to say he wasn't moved would be false.

Even for a moment, Hong Zun suddenly thought that perhaps being with Wang Tieshu wasn't impossible either.

But such a feeling lasted only an instant; as soon as Wang Tieshu spoke, that trace of affection vanished without a trace.

"You wretch, dare to hurt my brother Hong—watch me crush you to death."

Speaking, he flashed his space ring, and hundreds of spirit weapons of various grades, treasure weapons, and divine weapons appeared on the field.

These many treasures emitted five-colored light, instantly locking onto that ghost king.

"Holy shit............"

Even the ghost king, facing such a display, couldn't help but feel its heart sink.

This is the fighting style of a Ninth-Rank Artifact Refiner, the Grand Elder of Blacksmith Valley.

With money to spare, having many treasures is simply unreasonable.

"I'll kill you."

With a furious shout, countless treasures surged toward that ghost king.

Facing such a torrent of treasure attacks, the ghost king did its utmost to resist; although it struck out, it indeed shattered many lower-grade treasures.

But for Wang Tieshu, this made no difference at all—she may lack much else, but she has plenty of treasures.

At worst, we'll just find time later to forge another batch.

Treasure after treasure was destroyed, yet the ghost king likewise gained numerous wounds on its body.

Moreover, not only it, the other two ghost kings are likewise facing the siege of countless treasures at this moment.

As for Wang Tieshu and Hong Zun, they are tightly protected in the middle by numerous treasures.

「Hong Zun.............. 」

At this moment, Wang Tieshu swept Hong Zun into his arms; his burly build, half a head taller than Hong Zun, was now strong and mighty.

Hong Zun, meanwhile, had the appearance of a 'little bird leaning on a person', being firmly held in his embrace.

「What are you doing? 」

「I'm wounded, I need a hug. 」

「I................ 」

「Just a hug. 」

「Hug your sister, we're in battle, what the hell are you doing? 」

「No. 」

Faced with Wang Tieshu's 'coquettishness', that trace of brotherly feeling in Hong Zun's heart vanished completely.

He strained to break free from that mighty embrace.

「Hong Zun, don't rush, just three little ghosts, I can handle them. 」

「No need. 」

Without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight at that ghost king just now.

He would rather fight the ghost king to the death than face Wang Tieshu again.

While having to deal with numerous treasures and also face Hong Zun's fierce assault, that ghost king instantly fell into a disadvantage.

Originally, if he had struggled to hold on, he could still have parried a few moves, but in the fierce battle, without any warning, a huge hook flew out of nowhere and instantly hooked the ghost king's major artery.

「Holy shit, what the hell is this? 」

The sudden hook made the ghost king stagger, and then a tremendous force came, instantly throwing it off balance.

At the same time, Qing Shi shouted loudly from not far away.

「Why don't you attack, old drunkard? 」

It turned out that Qing Shi had never joined the fight, always looking for an opportunity nearby; seeing that the ghost king was unprepared, he immediately flung out a hook.

Seeing this, Hong Zun was also overjoyed.

「Nice hook. 」

Saying that, he thrust out a sword; facing the incoming sword, the ghost king wanted to dodge or resist, but had absolutely no way to do so.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword blade struck him hard, taking Hong Zun's sword head-on without any defense, and in an instant the ghost king was severely wounded.