Chapter 278

"This, this is the netherfire of the Ghost Immortal Great Emperor, it's your Yin Mountain's secret art!" Pangzi looked at my scorched hand and cried out.

The gray-robed figure before us also gradually turned around; from the moment he appeared, a scorching breath instantly spread through the Yao family manor. This was exactly the same as what we felt at the place where QingSongShu had fainted, which surprised me even more. The flames burning into my body were actually identical to the netherworld fire of the Yin Mountain sect's Ghost Immortal Great Emperor recorded in the texts.

He had already turned around; his gray long robe concealed a sturdy, tall physique, and most of his face was covered by a veil, leaving only a pair of icy eyes exposed.

This is not a person; although his aura is scorching hot, like a flame wave, it still cannot hide the deathly aura emanating from his bones. He is not a person, but a corpse.

At that moment, I, Pangzi, and Han Duo all simultaneously exerted ourselves, biting our tongue tips.

"Hai Sheng, I and Han Duo will entangle him; you seize the opportunity and stab his throat with the Yin Mountain command flag to release his corpse qi." Before the words were finished, Pangzi had already taken up his Dragon Spring Sword and lunged forward first.

The Dragon Spring Sword is over a meter long, its blade icy cold; although it lacks the spiritual endowment that Wei Xiong's sword possesses, after Pangzi's sacrificial refinement it has become a top-tier magical artifact.

Pangzi gripped the Dragon Spring Treasure Sword and swung hard at his head; with a clang, his left arm collided with Pangzi's Dragon Spring Sword, producing a metallic ringing.

"Roar..." Pangzi raised his blade, intending to strike again, but the gray-robed corpse kicked out, sending Pangzi flying.

At that moment, Han Duo, who had been sealing her Seal Finger with closed eyes, suddenly leapt up; the whip in her hand shot out straight like a spear, striking squarely at the gray-robed corpse's brow.

The Witch God Whip did not pierce the gray-robed corpse's brow; his forehead was as hard as iron, and he not only did not retreat, but in the mutual resistance he actually stepped forward toward Han Duo.

In midair there is nothing to push off from or to bear weight on; yet Han Duo, pressed by him, did not retreat, instead she and he held each other aloft.

Biting the tongue tip is a common method in Daoist Sect schools for forcing out potential; just now, when Han Duo bit her tongue, she seemed to stomp her foot and chant some incantation. It is clear she was using some secret art of the sect.

Since it is a secret art, it certainly has an exalted phase and a weakened phase; after the exaltation comes a prolonged period of weakness, so this interval is my best chance for a sneak attack. Whether I can defeat this strange corpse hinges on whether I can seize the moment to strike its vital point.

I dare not relax my vigilance, focusing intently on the battlefield. Han Duo and Pangzi did not choose close combat; they engaged the gray-robed corpse with weapons, avoiding bodily collision.

With a clang, the gray-robed corpse's sleeve was torn open, revealing a gilded long arm fully inscribed with runes. Meanwhile, Han Duo's attacks grew ever fiercer; countless shadows of the five ferocious warriors roared around her, faintly visible, aiding her in battle.

The Plum Mountain Sect is the closest tradition to the Witches, blessed by the earth and guarded by ferocious ghosts; when Han Duo activated the sect's secret art, her magical power instantly returned to its peak. Moreover, her fighting style grew ever more fierce, surpassing Pangzi, who had trained in martial arts for years, without fail.

After one exchange, Pangzi moved to the corpse's right side, pressing his Dragon Spring Sword against the gray-robed corpse's face, putting it into a half-kneeling posture with its head tilted back.

An opening appeared at that moment; I seized the chance and rushed forward, gripping the Yin Mountain command flag, ready to give this gray-robed corpse a refreshing chill.

However…… damned things often happen beyond my expectations.

Only see Han Duo let out a coquettish shout, swaying her whip in the air to make a small loop; the whip traced a semicircle, sweeping across the room, and suddenly lashed my neck, looping once around inside it.

Perhaps Han Duo, seeing the whip bind me, was startled; she tried to pull the whip back, but as she did, I spun around on the spot like a whirlwind, and finally I saw the whole world spinning, then I collapsed dazed to the ground.

"Fucking hell……" I rubbed my dazed head, feeling suffocated and wanting to vomit blood. Meanwhile, Pangzi, who was suppressing the gray-robed corpse, widened his eyes at this scene, utterly speechless.

Perhaps because Pangzi was distracted, the corpse he was suppressing also gradually rose; seeing that Pangzi could no longer hold it down, Han Duo suddenly whipped it toward the corpse.

However, Han Duo might have feared hurting Pangzi, so she chose to aim at the corpse's chest. Nevertheless, damned things happened again……

Let me describe the scene: the gray-robed corpse kneels on the ground, while Pangzi strains with his Dragon Spring Sword, pressing down on its forehead and bending it back as far as he can, exposing an opening for me.

Han Duo crouched, directing her whip at the corpse's chest; and just as the whip struck the corpse's chest, something clever happened.

At that instant, the gray-robed corpse extended its kneeling knees forward, then flung itself flat on the ground; meanwhile, the whip shot straight toward Pangzi's crotch.

At that moment Han Duo also came to her senses, hastily swinging the whip to the right; thus a most unfortunate thing occurred: although Pangzi's descendants were not pierced by Han Duo's whip, the whip's turning always struck that spot of his.

When I came to, I saw Pangzi clutching his groin, hopping around the room like a rabbit, tears streaming as he pointed resentfully at Han Duo, his lips saying: "Fuck your sister."

I looked at Pangzi with sympathy, and at Han Duo with utter speechlessness; this lass, are you really here to help?

Han Duo also stood aside, embarrassed, face red, waving at Pangzi; however, on the battlefield there is no room for the enemy to relax. As Pangzi covered his little brother and wailed, the gray-robed corpse leapt straight up at a ninety-degree angle.

Suddenly turning, the bronze hand, using the turning motion, swung at Pangzi; this posture is like someone patting your shoulder while you impatiently push them away, saying "cut it out."

But this is no ordinary hand; the immense strength of that bronze hand is unimaginable. Fortunately, Wang Pangye is agile; he squatted, did a lazy donkey roll to his side, and escaped. Otherwise his head would surely burst like watermelon juice.

Han Duo timely brandished her whip, turning it into a halberd, and launched a crackling fierce battle with the gray-robed corpse.

"Are you all right……" Pangzi darted to my side, tears streaming as he asked.

I shook my dazed head, wanting to say I felt a bit lightheaded, but seeing Pangzi's painful expression as he covered his second brother, I kept my mouth shut and said I was fine,

"Brother, this lass is too damned, I'm in agony" Pangzi hooked my arm, tears streaming, his trousers ripped open, exposing his underwear.

"Isn't this good? Acting for heaven's sake, so that later no one suffers from your lecherous ways, you big lecher." I said disdainfully.

Pangzi clenched his fists to hit me, when suddenly a loud bang on the battlefield made us glance over; after a collision, Han Duo staggered and fell out.

"Not good, the secret art's effect is fading fast; Han Duo can barely hold on." Anyone could see her steps were beginning to float weakly.

Pangzi searched the ground for something and happened to find two bundles of rope on a table in the room. As Pangzi hurried over with the ropes, the gray-robed corpse's bronze hand seized Han Duo's Witch God Halberd, and the other hand lifted, aiming to chop down at her head.

At the critical moment, Pangzi tied a knot in the rope, threw it and bound that hand of the gray-robed elder. That hand was not the bronze one, nor particularly strong; Pangzi and I pulled hard, timing it, and tied that end of the rope to the pillar.

The gray-robed corpse's intelligence seems a bit low; it actually engaged us in a tug-of-war. The three of us strained with all our might, and the corpse's other bronze hand released the Witch God Halberd, gripping the rope with both hands.

Pangzi and I certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to match strength with that giant hand, so when the bronze hand freed up, we decisively let go.

As the gray-robed corpse staggered backward, Han Duo finally did something very accurate.

She picked up the bundle of rope Pangzi had dropped on the ground, tied it around the corpse's waist, and, following its retreat path, swiftly dragged the gray-robed corpse behind the pillar, winding it several times and securing it.

Seeing this, Pangzi and I rushed over and firmly gripped the corpse's bronze hand; joking aside, if we didn't restrain his bronze hand, the rope couldn't hold him.

"Han Duo, take my command flag and stab his throat with the tip; my flag will absorb his soul and corpse qi." Pangzi and I clung tightly to the bronze arm, throwing the flag to Han Duo.

The gray-robed corpse thrashed in struggle, its bronze hand straining to break free of Pangzi's and my grip, while the mask on its face emitted a soft metallic clatter.

"Fucking hell, that's awful sounding, but I want to see what god you are." Pangzi used his body to brace against the struggling bronze arm, his other hand impatiently lifting the corpse's mask. Actually it's just a corpse; what's there to see?

But when Pangzi lifted that layer of mask made of copper coins, my eyes widened instantly, I stood dumbstruck, as if struck by five thunderbolts.

Gazing at the gray-robed corpse's face, only one voice echoed in my mind: "How could this be, how could this be?"

And at that moment, Han Duo's gripped command flag also arrived.