Chapter 430: Will You Also Cry

Lin Zhongtai's gaze was gloomy: "Buddhist monks, as always, are truly detestable."

The Ghost Doctor, however, furrowed his brow, somewhat puzzled—why hasn't this monk shown signs of poisoning yet?

Mu Tie Wu, this Grade-B Ghost Envoy, was inherently a tool to weaken this demon monk; his blood contained deadly poison.

A poison even more lethal than blood-sealing throat poison.

Even if Mu Tie Wu wasn't killed by Tang Luo, he couldn't last long—even if the Ghost Doctor successfully transformed him into a poison-man in the shortest time.

Though on the surface Lin Zhongtai claimed Tang Luo would surely die under his "recklessness," wearing a look of contempt.

In reality, he held Tang Luo in the highest regard.

He treated him as a true formidable opponent, secretly studying his character and making numerous preparations.

Mu Tie Wu was one of them.

But looking at the current situation, the poison seems ineffective?

Clearly, the poisonous blood has already contaminated him—not his clothes, but his skin—it should have taken effect by now.

Where did things go wrong?

"Could it be that his profound cultivation is suppressing it?" the Ghost Doctor thought silently, then said aloud, "Attack!"

The Grade-B Ghost Envoys who still retained their sanity charged toward Tang Luo.

Lin Zhongtai's hand, hanging at his side, trembled slightly; the herdsman's whip hidden in his wide sleeve emitted a faint sound.

The remaining Grade-B Ghost Envoys also "received the order," lagging half a step behind as they rushed toward Tang Luo.

The Reversing Heaven and Earth fan was gripped by a Grade-B Ghost Envoy, thrusting toward Tang Luo; visible spiral air currents wrapped around the fan, gusts of yin wind blowing, like an icy blade.

The Coiling Dragon Staff roared like a tiger and dragon; its originally clear bell-like chime turned sharp and piercing, stabbing the eardrums, as if a divine dragon lunged at Tang Luo.

The Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon, along with its wielder, split into three, making it impossible to tell which was the true body—or if each could become the true body.

Without the Divine King enveloping the Ghost Envoy entirely, like an enraged bull, it charged head-on, momentum astonishing.

Four Ghost Envoys coordinated with divine weapons, striking simultaneously to form a lethal situation.

No way to escape, nowhere to dodge.

This was also a minor tactic and strategy formed based on Tang Luo's personality.

No need for detours—just strike his face directly; the demon monk likely won't temporarily avoid the blow but will choose to endure it head-on.

Moreover, dodging is currently difficult anyway.

The Hate Heaven Sect has conducted research!

The research was not mistaken.

Tang Luo didn't pick a direction that looked easiest to break through; he let go, tossed the Gale-Bone Sword, and his hands became layers of afterimages, instantly enveloping his surroundings.

Thousand Hands cannot defend!

The enveloping yin wind blades shattered; the Reversing Heaven and Earth fan was seized and flung open, spinning as it sliced toward the Ghost Envoy's head.

All three phantoms were struck by the palm, two vanishing instantly.

The true body, in that instant, didn't know how many times it had been struck.

The Coiling Dragon Staff, once a nine-heaven divine dragon emitting dragon chants, became a dead snake with its seven inches seized.

Simultaneously, immense power transmitted from the other end of the staff, leaving the Ghost Envoy unable to steady himself; as his hand bones shattered and his arm twisted with a cracking sound, the dead snake recoiled in "backlash."

Only the Motionless Divine King, with its formidable defense, withstood several blows, its body like a boulder, not easily shaken.

In the moment of combat, at least three of the four Ghost Envoys died at Tang Luo's hands.

Also, at the instant Tang Luo's counterattack struck the four Ghost Envoys, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked and sank downward.

Appearing in a pit.

A sword light!

A dazzlingly brilliant sword light!

At the moment of its appearance, between heaven and earth, it seemed only this sword remained.

Everything lost its color, turning black and white.

As if this sword had split into two!

"Hey." The Ghost Doctor laughed.

He said everyone believed the Fourth-Rank Demon Monk would become the first Grade-A Ghost Envoy?

No, Grade-A Ghost Envoy—he had already created one in advance; this is the ultimate trump card to exterminate the Fourth-Rank Demon Monk.

The attacks of those Grade-B Ghost Envoys were merely to coordinate with this Grade-A Ghost Envoy.

The one gripping the sharp sword in his hand was a man.

His face bore a stiffness and coldness utterly unlike ordinary people, his gaze numb yet filled with boundless killing intent and distortion.

That was not the face of a normal person; only a Ghost Envoy's face would be like that.

Like wearing a mask, like a piece of dead, withered wood.

This person was none other than Luoying Sword God Ye Bieli—or rather, the former Luoying Sword God.

Now he is merely the Hate Heaven Sect's Grade-A Ghost Envoy, the strongest, most ruthless killing machine.

To capture Ye Bieli in his grasp, even the Hate Heaven Sect paid a considerable price.

The Grade-B Ghost Envoys now remain only these few.

But everything was worth it.

Luoying Sword God hid underground, wearing a black robe like a raincoat.

At the most critical moment, he thrust forth his "Heaven-Shaking Sword."

Unlike Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Ancestral, this sword—three feet of green peak—is solely for killing!

Within three feet, one sword guarantees death!

A sudden, devastating killing strike appeared beneath his feet, but Tang Luo's expression remained unchanged as his right foot stepped toward the "Radiant" killing sword.

This sword's killing power is indeed strong, but there is a problem.

The problem is that he is not holding a holy weapon; Tang Luo stepped down, and his foot collided with the sword's edge.

Upon contact, the sword blade developed cracks, then shattered into fragments—this finely forged weapon could not withstand the collision of their two forces at all.

Only the sword hilt remained, with no blade left.

No matter how stunning this sword was, it had lost all function.

After Tang Luo's foot shattered the sword, he continued to stomp toward Ye Bieli's head.

In the next breath, the head of the Hateful Heaven Gate's trump card, an A-rank ghost envoy, would be crushed underfoot, dying completely, following the fate of several B-rank ghost envoys before him.

Seeing this, the black robe on Ye Bieli's body, resembling a raincoat, suddenly tore apart, ripped from within.

A horrifying scene appeared.

At Ye Bieli's lower abdomen, another person's body had been sewn on—the upper half.

That person was none other than Sword Young Master Ye Yue.

Compared to his master, who wore a cold, mask-like expression, Sword Young Master's face was ferocious and twisted, like an Asura.

He held two short swords in each hand, stabbing toward Tang Luo's shins.

If Tang Luo did not dodge, while crushing Ye Bieli's head, he would also be stabbed by those two short swords emitting a strange sweet smell, clearly coated with deadly poison.

Transformed into such a monster, even without a head, Ye Bieli, as an A-rank ghost envoy, would not die.

Ye Yue could still control the body's movements.

As Tang Luo's foot landed on Ye Bieli's head, the blade also touched Tang Luo's shin.

However, a faint light flashed on the Liuli Pure Robe.

The sword blade seemed to pierce into something like steel-reinforced bone, leaving only a shallow "laceration" mark on the clothing.

Before it could truly wound Tang Luo, a massive force came down from above his head.

As Ye Bieli's head "sank" and shattered, in that instant, he revealed a smile of relief.

He reached out and grasped empty-handed; the Wind-Bone Sword flew into his hand. As the force of that step lifted his body, Tang Luo, gripping the Wind-Bone Sword, swept it downward.

Ye Yue, "sewn" onto Ye Bieli's body, was beheaded by a single sword.

Even without a head, the corpse did not die completely, struggling wildly in the pit, but like a fish already on shore, it was merely useless struggle.

Tang Luo happened to land right before the last one, facing the Unmoving God King ghost envoy.

This ghost envoy had no consciousness, still driven by the herdsman's whip, arms outstretched, lunging toward Tang Luo.

It aimed to pierce Tang Luo's body with the two ferocious fangs before the Unmoving God King.

Tang Luo reached out, grabbed one of them, lifted it, and smashed it downward.

Before him, the ground now had a small shallow pit.

The ghost envoy struggled, still wanting to rise, but in the next second it was forced down again, blood continuously seeping from the gaps in its armor.

Under that smash, it became like the ghost envoy with the seven-colored fairy gauze—a puddle of mud.

However, due to the Unmoving God King's influence, it still appeared to retain a complete body.

The ghost doctor's smile on his face gradually solidified, then vanished.

Lin Zhongtai's originally gloomy face, now devoid of any smile, turned sinister, eager to devour people.

"No need to think."

"Dealing with you all requires absolutely no thought!"

Both simultaneously recalled the words the demon monk had said to them.

One sentence became a prophecy!

"Herdsman's Whip." Tang Luo looked at the two, "Whose hand is it in?"

The ghost doctor couldn't help but glance at Lin Zhongtai.

Lin Zhongtai reacted extremely quickly, he fiercely swung his hand; the ghost envoys still besieging the sword formation let out roars, ignoring damage, instantly shifting targets and rushing toward Tang Luo.

The distance between the two sides was not great.

The number of ghost envoys remained at a relatively objective level, like a wave surging forward, instantly forming a surrounding encirclement.

At the same time, B-rank ghost envoys mixed in, "wisely" picking up the fallen holy weapons from the ground.

While commanding the ghost envoys, Lin Zhongtai, without hesitation, turned and ran.

The ghost doctor followed closely behind.

As they ran, Lin Zhongtai still shouted loudly: "Master, save me!"

"Huh?"

Ao Yulie looked at Lin Zhongtai—this powerful technique, this guy also knows it?

Speaking of which, the Hateful Heaven Gate sect master is already over fifty—then who is his master?

Could it be the first sect master, the Hateful Heaven God Lord?

Wasn't it said he disappeared and died decades ago? So this guy didn't die?

If so, this wouldn't be a martial arts story anymore.

But judging from the Hateful Heaven God Lord's deeds, this person's style has always leaned toward immortal heroism.

"Leave it to you." Tang Luo leapt up, crushed several ghost envoys underfoot, and pursued Lin Zhongtai and the ghost doctor.

The two exerted their lifetime's strongest lightness skill, rushing into a building, opening a hidden door, and charging straight underground.

In the underground passage, there were many mechanisms designed to kill intruders.

The two, running ahead, casually opened them, attempting to block Tang Luo's footsteps.

However, that demon monk's lingering shadow would not dissipate, always following close behind the two, neither far nor near, with the distance neither widening nor narrowing in the slightest.

Soon, Lin Chongtai and the Ghost Doctor arrived before a stone gate and triggered the mechanism.

The stone gate slowly opened, its speed so slow that the two disregarded everything to reach out and pry at it, hastening the opening; once a gap barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through appeared, they almost simultaneously shoved their way inside.

One can see that the Bone-Shrinking Technique has great use at certain times.

Inside the stone gate, it was not a dim place; on the contrary, the interior was brightly lit.

Lamps blazed brilliantly, even glittering with gold and jade splendor!

It could be called a grand hall.

Tang Luo walked in and saw that all four sides were lined with statue after statue of arhats, bodhisattvas, and buddhas.

But on each and every "person," various weapons pierced through their bodies; solemnity and dignity were gone, leaving only twisted and ferocious visages.

Facing the main entrance stood a golden great buddha statue, a full five meters tall.

It was also the only normal buddha statue in the grand hall.

Merely upon seeing this buddha statue, an extremely uncomfortable feeling arose — a sense that this statue was even more eerie than the surrounding twisted buddha statues.

This is an evil buddha statue.

And in the center of the grand hall, there was a circular blood pool.

Inside lay incomparably rich fresh blood, yet eerily it did not emit the slightest trace of a bloody stench.

Lin Chongtai, who had rushed in, immediately knelt beside the blood pool, smashing his head heavily against the ground: "Master! Save me! Master!"

The Ghost Doctor also followed and knelt, saying nothing, yet also kowtowing until his head was covered in blood.

The two looked utterly bedraggled, hair disheveled, looking exactly like two refugees.

Not a trace remained of the carefree, world-in-hand bearing they had at the start.