Chapter 819: Where

Xu Jie and the four of them gave Black Mountain Ghost King no time to catch its breath; they naturally understood the principle of striking while the enemy is down.

Once Black Mountain Ghost King recovers, it's hard to say whether the four could take it down.

Not only the Black Mountain Ghost King's side, but the entire Black Mountain Ghost Palace was thrown into complete chaos at this moment.

With the Dao Yi Sect disciples launching their attack, battles broke out everywhere in the Black Mountain Ghost Palace.

"Don't let a single fiend escape."

"These are all Sect Points, brothers—take them out."

"Where did these Human Race cultivators come from?"

"Damn it, are those fiends from outside all useless? They didn't even notice when someone attacked their home."

Faced with the sudden appearance of the Dao Yi Sect disciples, the many fiends were utterly bewildered—how did these Human Race cultivators get here?

Why did no word come from the fiends on the perimeter?

They naturally didn't know that, before the fight, the Dao Yi Sect disciples had already dealt with those perimeter fiends.

Faced with the fiends scattered over mountain and plain, the Dao Yi Sect disciples' eyes turned red; to everyone, they looked like a bunch of walking Sect Points.

The many disciples, already poor with their pockets jingling, were now thoroughly excited.

Sect Points are indispensable, especially since they're tied to meals.

Without Sect Points, you can't even afford dry rations at the canteen.

Thus, the disciples attacked fiercely; the many fiends that had wanted to make a last stand were instantly dazed as soon as they clashed with the Dao Yi Sect disciples.

What's up with these Human Race cultivators? Each one seems pumped up like they've taken chicken blood—it's absurd.

It seems in their eyes we're some kind of heavenly treasure, but we're a bunch of fiends—what benefit do we offer you Human Race cultivators? Do you really need to be this excited?

"Kill kill kill."

"Surround surround."

"Don't let them get away."

After a fierce battle, many fiends grew fearful and began to flee in all directions.

How could the Dao Yi Sect disciples give them such a chance? This is a duck right at their lips—how could they let it escape?

For a time, many Dao Yi Sect disciples pursued relentlessly from behind, flanking and intercepting.

However, the fiends were numerous; even though the disciples went all out, quite a few still slipped through the net.

Seeing they had successfully escaped the battlefield, these fiends finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What deep grudge could this bunch of madmen have, that they must exterminate every last one?

But just as they relaxed, the leading batch of fiends saw talisman seals and formation light surge up from under their feet.

In an instant they were enveloped by the talisman seals and the formation.

"Holy shit, there's still a trap……."

Everything happened too suddenly; the many fiends had no time to react and were directly devoured by the talisman seals and the formation.

They thought they had escaped with their lives, but who would have expected these human cultivators to have laid traps as well?

Did we dig up your ancestors' graves or something? Is it really necessary to go this far?

Meanwhile, under the obstruction of the talisman seals and formation disk, the Dao Yi Sect disciples from behind had already caught up.

Seeing the talisman seals and formation disk successfully stop these fiends, the fellow brothers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, good, we set the trap."

"We'd long anticipated this situation—better safe than sorry."

"That's what the senior brother said—be prepared."

"Cut the chatter, kill them, and remember to collect the ghost crystals."

"Understood, senior brother."

With a trap ahead and Dao Yi Sect disciples behind, the many fiends felt their hearts turn to ash for a moment.

This really gives them no chance at all.

The fiends, long devoid of courage, may still be struggling, but the final outcome is already obvious.

The Black Mountain Ghost Palace was never a major fiend power to begin with.

Only the Black Mountain Ghost King himself held up the facade, and now even he can barely protect himself, with no energy to spare for these lesser fiends below.

As for the Dao Yi Sect side, every member is elite, having fought their way from Dongzhou all the way to Zhongzhou—each disciple is rich in combat experience.

Compared, the fiends of the Black Mountain Ghost Palace are naturally no match for the Dao Yi Sect; even if they outnumber them, it's utterly useless.

After the fierce battle, the Dao Yi Sect disciples unsurprisingly won a complete victory.

The Black Mountain Ghost King was also slain by the combined efforts of Xu Jie, Yin Rao, and the other two.

The disciples began to clean up the battlefield.

"Don't miss any ghost crystals, and go see if there are any treasures."

"All right, senior brother."

"Huh, is there still a survivor here?"

"Junior brother, go easy on him—let me handle it."

"Senior brother, you're overthinking it."

While cleaning up the battlefield, they discovered some fiends weren't dead yet, and a few disciples nearby rushed forward.

Whichever fiend is stupid enough, its ghost crystal belongs to whoever gets it.

The fiend, down to its last breath, saw several burly men lunging at it like wolves and tigers, and the ghost was utterly dazed—'I've got only one breath left; do you really need to do this?'

But in the end, the disciple who first spotted it, quick-eyed and quick-handed, directly finished off the fiend and took its ghost crystal.

"You little brat, you've already got so many ghost crystals—aren't you satisfied?"

"Shī xiōng, you say that, but do you still think there are too many Sect Points?"

"The Dao Yi Sect side is undoubtedly a great harvest, but inside Haoyang Commandery City, in the governor's residence, Yu Ming and his wife, along with a lovely young maiden, the family wore worried expressions tinged with deep doubt."

"Yu Ming glanced at the sky outside, his mind murmuring incessantly."

"\"Where is this ghost king? Two days have already passed. \""

"Two days have passed since the wedding day, yet he still saw a sinister shadow looming over his brow."

"This certainly isn't because Yu Ming is eager to marry off his daughter; on the contrary, he still feels somewhat relieved."

"But amidst that relief, more so is worry and unease."

"Waiting and waiting, there's no sign of the Black Mountain Ghost King; the more this happens, the less confidence Yu Ming feels in his heart."

"Yu Ming's wife beside him was the same, she weakly asked a question."

"\"Husband, do you think the Black Mountain Ghost King has had second thoughts? \""

"Hearing that, Yu Ming silently shook his head, 'How could that be? Even if the sun rose from the west, the Black Mountain Ghost King would never relent.'"

"\"Or we could send Yan'er away. \""

"Having anxiously waited two days, Yu Ming's wife truly could not bear to watch her daughter fall into a pit of fire, and she spoke again."

"This time, even Yu Ming felt somewhat swayed; the longer the delay, the less confidence he had, and his urge to save his daughter grew ever more urgent."

"But on one side is his own daughter, on the other the entire populace of Haoyang Commandery City, and Yu Ming once again fell into hesitation."

"On the contrary, their daughter Yan'er spoke with a firm tone."

"\"I'll go; what about the others in the city? Mother, let me go—sacrificing me alone is better than having the whole city buried with me. \""

"\"Yan'er, you.............. \""

"Hearing her daughter's words, Yu Ming's wife's eyes welled with tears; she opened her mouth but could not utter a sound."

"Seeing her mother like that, Yan'er forced out a smile and turned to comfort her."

"\"Mother, don't worry too much; the Black Mountain Ghost King has no news at the moment—perhaps he was slain by some passing cultivator. \""