Chapter 118: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain
Chapter 118: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain
“Stop!”
Just as Xiao Wu’s heart was about to be dug out, Mu Feng finally moved.
A fierce roar erupted, and his body shot out through the window with a ‘whoosh’. His feet tapped lightly on the Carriage, and he soared toward the vicious White Ghost like a great bird, punching toward his chest.
Bo…
The punch immediately created a sharp sound of tearing through the air, accompanied by waves of scorching hot blood energy. Before the heavy fist even got close, White Ghost, who faced the brunt of it, felt his blood churning inside, chest tight, uncomfortable, suffocating… his blood seemed about to burn.
“Good kid, your power has improved again!”
Seeing Mu Feng’s powerful punch, the experienced White Ghost recognized its danger and didn’t dare to meet it head-on. He dodged to the side with a swift movement.
He chuckled, and hundreds of Ghost Fires suddenly appeared in the air, exploding with loud rumbles. The violent shockwave sent the severely injured Xiao Wu flying backward. The following Yin Energy, both extreme and cold, seeped in everywhere, harvesting his soul and eroding his Yang Energy and vitality.
Yin Explosion!
Since their parting in the mountains, White Ghost’s power seemed to have advanced again. The sudden explosion of hundreds of Ghost Fires was massive, even lifting nearby Carriages and large rocks weighing thousands of pounds into the air!
“Hehehe, stinky kid, today is your last day. Hand over the Eighteen Yin Wind Command Banners now!”
White Ghost laughed, and hundreds more Ghost Fires appeared around him. He aimed to press the advantage and finish off Mu Feng, who was fighting alone, still coveting his Eighteen Blood Witch Commands.
Rumble…
Through the dust, a figure suddenly rushed out, darting lightning-fast toward White Ghost.
“Die!”
Mu Feng shouted sharply. His figure blurred, creating an afterimage; another blur, and there were two. The next moment, multiple overlapping afterimages appeared, dazzling and confusing.
Phantom Fist!
Amidst these real and illusory afterimages, Mu Feng punched toward White Ghost’s chest, launching a fierce counterattack first.
“Impossible, you…”
Facing Mu Feng’s fierce counterattack, White Ghost was caught off guard and cried out in surprise.
Hundreds of Ghost Fires exploded together violently. Aside from the wild impact force, even just the spreading Yin Energy alone was enough to fluster a Mortal Realm Peak expert, possibly causing significant injury. After this unexpected sneak attack, White Ghost thought Mu Feng would either die or be severely wounded, with Yin Energy invading his body. To his shock, Mu Feng seemed completely unaffected!
How could this be?
White Ghost couldn’t figure it out and had no time to ponder further. Mu Feng’s heavy fist was already upon him. This time, it was faster and even more powerful, giving no chance to react. Left with no choice, White Ghost roared angrily and threw a punch of his own, meeting Mu Feng head-on.
Thud…
A dull thud rang out, particularly sharp in the desolate valley.
After this direct clash, both figures swiftly flew backward. Facing White Ghost’s hasty counterattack, Mu Feng didn’t even frown, allowing the punch to land on his left shoulder. His own fierce punch struck hard on White Ghost’s chest. Instantly, Mu Feng’s left arm felt numb and sore, with a chilling Yin Energy penetrating his body. White Ghost, unable to dodge, spat out a mouthful of blood, and deep fist marks were left on his chest—he was almost crippled by that one blow.
Times had changed. After breaking through to the Late Mortal Realm, Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul underwent a drastic transformation, and his strength had almost tripled, reaching a terrifying nine-dragon power, enough to overwhelm ordinary Mortal Realm experts.
Although the cruel White Ghost was famous for years and could break through to Mortal Realm Peak anytime, in terms of pure strength, he was no match for Mu Feng!
“Impressive! No wonder Blind Master listed you as a target to kill!”
Glancing at the fist marks on his chest, the short and stout White Ghost gasped sharply. He let out a sharp cry, and the Ghost Fires in the air intensified with Yin Energy, transforming into snarling wraiths that charged at Mu Feng with gusts of Yin Wind. Each wraith exuded chilling Yin Energy; even getting within three feet was enough to erode an ordinary person’s Yang Energy—formidable indeed.
Wraith Technique!
The wounded White Ghost looked fierce and quickly unleashed his feared signature move.
“Petty tricks!”
Mu Feng sneered coldly, suddenly raising his head with a roar. Yang Energy surged inside him, making him resemble a pure Yang war god. Immediately, the sinister wraiths charging toward him shrieked and instinctively retreated. Washed by the overwhelming Yang Energy from Mu Feng’s body, their Yin Energy sharply diminished.
Ghosts feared evil people not because of their temper or courage, but because of their excess Yang Energy.
Yin Energy could erode a living person’s Yang Energy, extinguishing their vitality; conversely, a living person’s Yang Energy could severely injure lost souls and wraiths—some might even vanish upon contact with such powerful Yang Energy!
As a Great Blood-Refining Sorcerer, Mu Feng practiced Blood Refining Yang Seizing, his blood energy boiling and Yang Energy soaring—how could ordinary living people compare?
When he was only at Middle Mortal Realm strength, he naturally dreaded White Ghost’s Wraith Technique, not daring to confront it lightly. But after breaking through the bottleneck and reaching the Late Mortal Realm, the situation was completely different!
“Die!”
Mu Feng radiated murderous intent as he charged forward again. He didn’t summon a Blood Spear or throw a heavy punch; instead, his body slammed directly forward with unstoppable force. For a Great Blood-Refining Sorcerer, every part of his body was lethal. Once he closed in and grappled, this arrogant Devil Leader would be doomed.
“Old Black, do it now!”
Seeing Mu Feng’s fierce charge, White Ghost instinctively stepped back and roared angrily.
This time, he was truly afraid. Facing Mu Feng, who fought with his life on the line, White Ghost finally felt fear. Before the fight, he thought the mission was foolproof. Now he realized Blind Master’s arrangement was indeed foresighted. Mu Feng—not seeing him for a day felt like years—his strength grew at an unbelievable rate!
“Gahaha, I’m here!”
A hearty laugh echoed from the darkness.
Black Ghost, who had been hiding all along, suddenly emerged from the shadows. Instead of joining White Ghost directly, he charged straight toward the nearby Carriage. As he laughed, thousands of eerie Ghost Fires materialized around him.
Bad!
They were tricked!
Mu Feng was startled, quickly recalling Jing Wushuang inside the Carriage. He realized he had fallen for their “lure the tiger away from the mountain” scheme! Just as he prepared to intercept, White Ghost, who had retreated earlier, desperately latched on. With a sharp cry, White Ghost charged forward with thousands of Ghost Fires, clearly giving his all to keep Mu Feng there!
“Hehehe, Mu, your fate ends today—leave your life here!”
White Ghost cackled, as thousands of Ghost Fires floated before Mu Feng, all exploding simultaneously to block his path. At the same time, White Ghost transformed his right hand into a claw, grabbing toward the back of Mu Feng’s head, forcing him to stay!