Chapter 148: Slay the Ghost Immortal? (Make-up chapter.)

The main gate of the Heavenly Palace.

A burly man in Golden Armor held a giant mace, his expression majestic.

"Who goes there?"

The man in Golden Armor was the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Palace.

For so many years, countless powerhouses had emerged in Jiuzhou, but all had been blocked outside the Heavenly Palace by the gatekeeper.

Even the stunningly brilliant Seven Fragrances Empress could not defeat the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper was the nightmare of the cultivators of Jiuzhou.

At this moment, the gatekeeper looked at the ninety-three cultivators, his expression indifferent.

Qiyou stepped forward, a strong fighting spirit radiating from his body.

"Those who slay Immortals!"

Following these words from Qiyou, the ninety-three cultivators present instantly unleashed various Daoist Methods.

Countless Daoist Methods and rays of light surged toward the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper remained incomparably indifferent: "Those who trespass into the Heavenly Palace shall be killed without mercy!"

After saying this, the gatekeeper's figure abruptly grew larger, reaching a full three thousand zhang in height.

However, the attacks from the ninety-three prodigies landed on him, and even the gatekeeper was instantly wounded.

His massive body recoiled, and the heavens and earth rumbled instantly.

After all, he was not at the True Immortal Realm.

Just then, a black light stretched out from within the Heavenly Palace, and a pair of fair, white palms blocked the path in front of the gatekeeper.

All the attacks of the prodigies vanished into nothingness at this moment.

An effeminate man appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Ghost Immortal!"

Seeing the newcomer, the prodigies present all revealed expressions of wariness.

This was the Ghost Immortal, the only True Immortal in Jiuzhou.

"Juling, step back; leave these people to me."

A smile appeared on the Ghost Immortal's effeminate face, making him look extremely handsome.

However, none of the prodigies present felt beauty; what they felt was invisible pressure, fear, and anger.

Which one of them did not have relatives or elders who had been harvested by the Ghost Immortal?

The Ghost Immortal looked at the group of prodigies present, the smile in his eyes deepening: "The little pigs I've been raising have finally grown some meat; they look quite delicious."

The Ghost Immortal's words seemed to possess endless allure.

A chill could not help but rise in the hearts of the prodigies present.

"Hmph." Qiyou stepped forward. "Jiuzhou is our Jiuzhou, not yours.

We are not livestock for you to slaughter at will."

Just then, a burst of light suddenly shone from the bodies of the ninety-three cultivators present.

To deal with the Ghost Immortal, they had naturally prepared quite a lot.

Every one of them carried an Array Disk, and the ninety-three Array Disks were linked together, allowing these ninety-three prodigies to combine offense and defense.

Only in this way could they overcome the barrier of the Immortal and fight an Immortal as mortals.

The ninety-three prodigies were linked together, with thirteen of them in primary offensive positions and thirteen in primary defensive positions.

Qiyou, Lin Chan, and others were in the primary offensive positions.

A strange smile flashed in the Ghost Immortal's eyes: "You have prepared quite a lot to deal with me.

Those old fellows were unwilling to be eaten by me, yet they fused their Divine Souls into the Array Disks."

With the Ghost Immortal's discernment, he naturally saw that the Divine Soul of a powerhouse was fused into each Array Disk.

It was precisely because of this that the Array Disks could exert such powerful might.

"Your counterattack is indeed beyond my expectations, but this alone is still not enough."

The Ghost Immortal revealed a sinister smile; he no longer held back, and Immortal Spirit Qi erupted instantly.

The peerless grand array formed by the ninety-three Array Disks shook instantly.

For some reason, upon seeing the Ghost Immortal's smile, a flash of worry crossed Qiyou's heart.

"Fight!"

The ninety-three prodigies began a great battle with the Ghost Immortal.

Half of these ninety-three prodigies were True Spirits, and there were quite a few at the Pseudo-Immortal Peak.

This combat power could be said to be the absolute peak of Jiuzhou.

However, the Ghost Immortal was a True Immortal.

The gap between Immortal and mortal far exceeded the gap between True Spirit and Pseudo-Immortal.

Every strand of the Ghost Immortal's Immortal Spirit Qi caused the peerless grand array to tremble.

Within the array, all ninety-three prodigies were flushed, and many spat out blood.

At this moment, Qiyou suddenly shouted: "Everyone, do not hold back anymore! Unleash the Burning Blood Art, use your strongest attacks, and Slay the Ghost Immortal!"

The Burning Blood Art was a technique researched and modified by many powerhouses of Jiuzhou together, based on Ancient Methods, specifically to deal with the Ghost Immortal.

By unleashing this technique, the lifespan of the prodigies present would be shortened by half, and the consumption of Spirit Origin would also be reduced by half.

"Right!"

The ninety-three prodigies immediately unleashed the Burning Blood Art.

This was the combat strategy they had agreed upon.

In Heaven Oath Valley, everyone swore an oath upon their own True Spirit.

Suddenly, the aura of the ninety-three prodigies present surged significantly stronger.

Gold light emerged on Qiyou's face.

Pan's body split open, blood flowing out.

Lin Chan's Heavenly Sword finally left its sheath.

Coming of the West Sword!

Indestructible Divine Sight Spear!

Sword Transformation Art!

Great Evolution Heaven!

All the prodigies unleashed their strongest strike.

The gap between immortals and mortals is vast, yet these prodigies forcibly used their Spirit Origin, coordinated with the Formation, to cause a qualitative change through quantitative accumulation, using the Spirit Origin of Jiuzhou against the immortal spirit of the Ghost Immortal.

Boom!

Endless Spirit Origin tore the firmament apart.

These attacks were such that any True Spirit caught within them would instantly perish, leaving not even fragments or remains behind.

Yet, striking the Ghost Immortal, they were incredibly slow.

However, countless amounts of Spirit Origin still devoured the Ghost Immortal's body.

It was as if the power of all Jiuzhou was being pressed upon one person.

"Pfft."

The Ghost Immortal spat out blood.

The Ghost Immortal's eye sockets exploded, and the eyeballs shattered.

The Ghost Immortal's head exploded with a bang.

The Ghost Immortal's Divine Soul left the body, being ground away inch by inch.

This attack lasted for a full stick of incense's time, and countless cracks appeared in the space.

Qiyou, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, looked at this scene: "We won!"

"We won!"

Some prodigies laughed loudly.

This time, coordinating with the Burning Blood Art and consuming half their lifespan to use their strongest strike, they had won.

Yet, five prodigies on the field had fallen.

Their strongest strike meant death upon release.

And some, having little lifespan left, fell on the spot after using the Burning Blood Art.

At this moment, no one held back, for they all feared that if someone did, the Ghost Immortal might not die.

Just then, a look of confusion suddenly appeared on Xiang Qi's face: "The Ghost Immortal is dead, why is there no Mingxing Qi?"

When a Ghost Immortal dies, there should certainly be quite a bit of Mingxing Qi remaining.

But the space ahead was empty; there was not a shadow of Mingxing Qi at all.

The other prodigies also discovered this.

"What is going on?"

"Could it be that the Ghost Immortal is not a True Immortal?"

Worry flashed through everyone's hearts.

Qiyou stepped forward: "Everyone, do not panic. The Ghost Immortal is dead; we have time to investigate the matter of the Mingxing Qi."

"Is that so?"

Just then, a feminine voice drifted over.

Everyone looked over, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

The Ghost Immortal!

Alive again!

"How are you not dead?" For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Qiyou's face.

"I died," a strange smile appeared on the Ghost Immortal's face, "but I lived again."

"How is that possible!" The prodigies present were all bewildered.

They had joined forces, cast the Burning Blood Art, spent half their lifespan, used their strongest strike, and coordinated with the Formation—they could even kill a True Immortal.

The Ghost Immortal wore a smile: "Even now, you do not know what kind of enemy you are facing; it is truly laughable and naive."

The Ghost Immortal stepped forward, one step at a time: "How many more times can you unleash an attack like that?"

Qiyou's expression was grave, forcing himself to calm down.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"I... am the Ghost Immortal." One half of the Ghost Immortal's face was smiling, the other was crying, "Of course... I am also just a pitiful, weak, and helpless puppet."

"How can this be!"

Hearing that the Ghost Immortal was a puppet, the prodigies present were inexplicably shocked.

How could a Ghost Immortal as powerful as this be a puppet?

Yet, such a powerful Ghost Immortal had no need to lie to them.

Many of the prodigies present felt an ominous premonition in their hearts.

PS: I specifically wrote an extra chapter; this plot segment is not over yet, *ahem*.

Thanks to 【Louis.】 and 【Bored at work, only reading books】 for the thousand-coin rewards, and to 【sex memories】 and 【Chief Critic】 for the tips. Thank you all!

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