Chapter 465: Kill It by Surprise

These ghost kings strike truly viciously; no wonder they play so flamboyantly.

Ji Wushuang is already speechless, and Qi Xiong and the others here are likewise sighing; even Qing Shi feels quite fortunate.

Fortunately, this old man has no dao companion.

It's understandable, after all such a big hat has been worn since life, and even after death he couldn't shake it off.

Who wouldn't be anxious about this? This is no longer a matter of face; it's literally dragging one's dignity on the ground.

However, hearing Qing Shi's sigh, Hong Zun beside him retorted unhappily.

You don't have a dao companion and you don't even realize it?

You have the nerve to feel fortunate here; when you were young, you pursued a disciple of the Closed Moon Valley, being rejected how many times, and you forgot?

Others now have grandchildren galore, yet you're still alone, still sighing about what?

Upon hearing that, Qing Shi's face darkened, but before he could speak, Wang Tieshu interjected.

How about I introduce you to one, a steward of my Blacksmith Valley, with whom I have a good relationship.

Huh???

Turning his head to look at Wang Tieshu, whose waist was still wrapped in thick bandages, Qing Shi shook his head without hesitation.

No need, I appreciate the good intention.

Just kidding, Wang Tieshu's close female friend—how could I possibly want that?

He respects Hong Zun as a real man, but he doesn't want to be that kind of man.

Seeing Qing Shi's look of disdain, Hong Zun instantly felt his anger rising from nowhere.

You still have the nerve to scorn here; if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

You despise...............

Just as he was about to speak, a pair of strong, powerful arms already encircled Hong Zun's neck; while others doing this would be sweet and affectionate, Wang Tieshu's arms made Hong Zun feel only suffocation.

Cough, cough, let go, I can't breathe.

Oh oh, sorry, Brother Hong.

Watching the two's unique "affection," Qing Shi became even more determined in his idea.

About that.

While everyone was chatting idly, Qi Xiong spoke up, saying those ghost kings' fight had also pretty much ended; except for a few, the others were already seriously injured.

Soon, under the leadership of Qi Xiong and the others, the Dao Yi Sect disciples sneaked toward Ghost Valley again.

This.............

Ye Zhangqing, left behind to rest, watched the crowd launch a counterattack, his heart full of admiration.

No wonder it's our Dao Yi Sect; these tactics simply leave those evil spirits defenseless.

If the Huang Ji Sect could learn even a bit of it, they wouldn't have been helpless against Ghost Valley for all these years.

Under the night sky, Ghost Valley, the battle of the ghost kings appeared to be drawing to a close.

Apart from the ghost king previously slain, the other ghost kings are now somewhat exhausted.

I say it's about enough; are you really wanting to perish together?

Then what does my wife say?

I... I will avoid seeing it from now on; will that do?

Get lost, you've finished playing; give it to me?

Then what are you going to do?

Take it with you and get lost, then compensate.

Huh???

He blinked slightly, and this ghost king quickly shook his head repeatedly.

Compensation is fine, but I don't want the ghost.

What?

I say no.

Damn, I'm openly giving it to you, and now you don't want it? Facing this ghost king's cold stare, the refusing ghost king spoke in a low voice.

This is like cuju; it's only exciting if the goalkeeper scores, right?

I'll fucking kill you.

Humiliation, utter humiliation, and still a goalkeeper—I'll show you today what a demon blade is.

Saying that, the two ghost kings fought again.

Are you crazy? Didn't we just agree?

We said okay, damn it, and still a goalkeeper—what do you take this king for?

No, I didn't mean that.

Cut the nonsense; today one of us must not survive.

You madman.

Just as these two ghost kings struck again and the fierce battle ensued, Qi Xiong and the others killed their way back.

Attack.

With a low shout, a large hook flew forth first, directly snagging one of the ghost kings watching from the side.

Holy shit............

In a gasp, this ghost king's figure instantly vanished from the spot, after which came the sounds of fighting from the night.

First kill one, then talk.

Moreover, Qi Xiong and them are also experienced in ganging up like this.

As the saying goes, if you can win against the wind, you must also be able to win with the wind.

Steady in a headwind, swift in a tailwind—how to fight to slay the foe as quickly as possible, there are methods for that.

"Quick, quick, quick, Capture Dragon, hold him down."

"Hong Zun, chop it."

"Qing Shi, hook it."

"I'll first disable its hands."

"Their coordination is perfect, smooth as silk, without any hesitation."

Not long after, this ghost king was slain on the spot by Qi Xiong and the others.

"Qi Xiong, you're courting death."

Seeing Qi Xiong and the others return, the ghost kings all changed expression—damn, this Dao Yi Sect is truly extremely treacherous.

Not only did they plot to have them kill each other, but now they've even launched a counterattack.

"Cut the nonsense, you bunch of idiots, die."

"Qi Xiong, don't think my Ghost Valley really fears your Dao Yi Sect."

"I don't care if you're afraid."

Saying that, he struck out directly, and the two sides went to war again.

But this time, Qi Xiong and the others couldn't be bothered to use any tricks; the ghost kings were all heavily wounded, so killing them was no trouble at all.

Indeed, that's exactly the case—just one encounter, and the ghost kings were completely suppressed.

Their own strength had been greatly depleted, and moreover, Qi Xiong and the others had rested, so their condition was excellent.

With one side waning and the other waxing, such a result is not surprising.

Meanwhile, the evil spirits and ghost generals below, seeing Qi Xiong and the others charge out and about to attack, in the darkness, Dao Yi Sect disciples also emerged to fight.

"Damn it, kill these Dao Yi Sect disciples."

Seeing the Dao Yi Sect disciples, the evil spirits were filled with killing intent, while the Dao Yi Sect disciples reminded each other.

"Be careful with the ghost crystals, don't break them."

After a fierce battle, when the fighting ended, the sky was already faintly light; the battlefield was littered with debris, disciples were still collecting ghost crystals while checking for survivors.

As for the ghost kings, only three managed to escape; the rest either died at their own hands or were slain by Qi Xiong and the others.

It can be said that in just one night, the victory won by the Dao Yi Sect was enormous—just the number of ghost kings slain exceeded ten.

Just as Qi Xiong and the others stood in midair, watching the disciples clean up the battlefield, the Illusion Formation Disk in his bosom suddenly lit up.

Upon connecting, he found it was Wu Shou.

"Senior Brother, did you go to Ghost Valley?"

As soon as he spoke, Wu Shou asked with a grim expression; he had just received the news, heard that Qi Xiong and the others had gone to Ghost Valley, and immediately contacted them.

"Damn, we just fought the Qing Yun Sect, and now we're heading to Ghost Valley again—what's the plan? Fight the Ghost Valley again? Or mess with the Huang Ji Sect?"

Facing Wu Shou's worry, Qi Xiong replied with a smile.

"Hmm, we've been there for a few days—what's up?"