Chapter 87: Battle Against Twin Ghosts
Chapter 87: Battle Against Twin Ghosts
“Don’t… don’t kill me!”
Mu Qingyuan stared at Mu Feng, whose hair seemed to stand on end with rage and killing intent radiating violently. Terror widened his eyes until they almost bulged, and all color drained from his face.
“Oh, no killing?”
Mu Feng gave a sinister smile, his cold gaze fixed on Mu Qingyuan, a waste worse than an animal. “Murder, arson, slaughtering a village—are these not all capital crimes? Mu Qingyuan, tell me yourself. Give me a reason not to kill you?”
The bullying from their youth, the repeated hardships, the bodies of innocent people, Jing Wushuang tied to the tree, Chu San with his arms gone…
Recalling each of Mu Qingyuan’s vile deeds, Mu Feng’s stomach heaved violently as rage churned within him. The killing aura radiating from him grew heavier and heavier!
Mu Qingyuan deserved death a thousand times over. But as a direct descendant of the Mu Manor, the beloved grandson of the Elder of Inheritance himself, his background was extraordinary. Crippling one eye was manageable; killing him outright would unleash an unprecedented storm. The normally deep-minded Elder of Inheritance would certainly not sit still—he would emerge personally from seclusion.
Killing him meant countless troubles. But letting him go? Absolutely impossible. Even if it meant causing a huge disaster!
Step-by-step, Mu Feng advanced. The Overlord Spear in his hand slowly lifted.
“Don’t… don’t kill me. I can give you lots and lots of treasures.”
Mu Qingyuan was deathly pale. Every step Mu Feng took forward made his heart leap violently, pounding so hard it felt like bursting from fear. His eyes were full of terror. Seeing Mu Feng remain unmoved and continue his approach, he babbled pleas. “Don’t kill me, Mu Feng! I… I can have my grandfather order it! I’ll give you another chance to enter the Scripture Library. No, ten times! A hundred times! As many times as you want! I guarantee you’ll find the best, the mightiest cultivation technique!”
The Scripture Library?
At those words, Mu Feng paused. The killing intent in him intensified. It would have been better if Mu Qingyuan hadn’t mentioned it—doing so just reminded Mu Feng of the trouble caused in the Scripture Library.
Seeing him stop, a desperate hope flared in Mu Qingyuan’s terrified eyes. Thinking Mu Feng was tempted, he hurriedly pressed on. “Mu Feng, I’ll tell you a secret! Inside the Scripture Library, hidden beneath many high-level cultivation techniques, there’s a secret passage. It leads to the Mu Clan Ancestral Temple within the seclusion cave of the Manor of Inheritance! And sealed there… is the legendary Source of Life! Just spare me! Once back at the Manor, I’ll have my grandfather grant you a chance to enter the Mu Clan Ancestral Temple! Then, all you need to do is inhale a wisp of the Source of Life’s aura! Your cultivation will soar! You’ll become one of the Manor’s top fighters!”
“Good. Very good. Thanks for that information. As for my cultivation… save your worry. When you reach the next world… remember this: don’t be so arrogant, or so stupid!”
Mu Feng’s face turned icy. He thrust the spear straight at Mu Qingyuan’s forehead—without a shred of mercy.
Mu Qingyuan had to die today. The North Flow Twin Ghosts were swiftly returning. To avoid a longer night bringing more dreams—finish this now! Kill without delay!
Whoosh…
The sharp Overlord Spear flew like a shooting star, reaching Mu Qingyuan in an instant. Before the cold, razor point pierced flesh, the fierce wind pressure alone made the skin on his forehead sting, denting inward.
“Nooooo——!”
Staring at the unstoppable Overlord Spear mere inches away, Mu Qingyuan let out a piercing scream, his mind going completely blank. Despite being Mid Mortal Realm himself, his cultivation decent, he felt not a shred of fighting spirit in the face of Mu Feng’s overwhelming killing aura. Facing this lethal strike, in that split second, all he could do was shriek. He couldn’t think of anything else.
“Second Young Master, I’m here!”
“Die!”
Just as Mu Qingyuan resigned himself to death, two long howls suddenly sounded from outside. The nearby wall exploded! Two figures burst through. One tall, one short—none other than the notorious North Flow Twin Ghosts! The sinister Black Ghost acted first. With a flick of his finger, he knocked the sharp Overlord Spear awry, pulling Mu Qingyuan back from the gates of hell.
“Hahaha! I’m not dead! I’m not dead yet…!”
Touching his still-stinging forehead, Mu Qingyuan laughed wildly—scorn replacing his earlier desperate pleading. He glared at Mu Feng not far away, his face twisting savagely. “Kill him! North Flow Elders, kill him for me! No—capture him! Make him watch! Watch how his woman is humiliated! Then… tear him apart alive!”
The North Flow Twin Ghosts were powerful. Both Late Mortal Realm. Their strength and experience surpassed even Xiao Shan, the Green Armor Guard. With these two Devil Leaders protecting him, Mu Qingyuan finally exhaled—boldness replacing fear. The cowardly pleading of moments ago was gone; arrogance took its place, his expression shifting quick as the weather. He stole a glance at Jing Wushuang nearby, her figure clearly outlined. A vicious laugh ripped from his throat.
Thud! Thud! Thud!…
The answer to Mu Qingyuan’s triumphant laughter was a series of heavy thumps.
Without a word, Mu Feng swiftly summoned the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands. His hands flew—forming the ‘Slay’ seal. Instantly, a harsh Yin Wind roared! Eighteen savage Evil Ghosts surged from the command flags in unison. Ferociously… they pounced on the North Flow Twin Ghosts!
“Eighteen Yin Wind Tokens?”
“Young man! Are you a disciple of the Yinfeng Sect?”
…
Seeing the eighteen flags swell as the wind caught them, the experienced North Flow Twin Ghosts paled in unison. They exchanged a glance—seeing confusion and terror mirrored in each other’s eyes.
The next moment, they had no time for deliberation. They had to focus their abilities against the terrifying storm of eighteen ghosts! After a powerful move forced back the siege of two ghosts, the cautious White Ghost took half a step back, ready to grab Mu Qingyuan and retreat from the Yinfeng Formation—to avoid its deadly focus. But his hand grasped… only cloth.
Mu Qingyuan, who had been behind him just moments ago, was suddenly yanked towards Mu Feng by rope-like tendrils!
“Second Young Master… What was it you just said?”
Prompted by thought, hundreds of ferocious Blood Vines erupted from Mu Feng’s body! They coiled around Mu Qingyuan’s body, lifting him off the ground. Mu Feng stared coldly into his eyes.
“Mu Feng, you… I…”
Mu Qingyuan’s limbs went ice-cold. Paralyzed by extreme terror, words failed him.
One moment ago, he’d been laughing, secure in the Twin Ghosts’ protection, ready to indulge his whims. The next, he plummeted from heaven to hell. Before he could even stand and approach Jing Wushuang bound to the tree, these abominable tendrils snatched him across to Mu Feng. Staring point-blank into those cold, utterly emotionless eyes—his soul fled.
Thwack!
Mu Feng’s upper body remained utterly still. His leg snapped up like a whip—striking Mu Qingyuan, the vile beast, square in his crotch. Instantly, Mu Qingyuan quivered with agony. A dark red stain began to seep down his trouser leg.
Mu Feng’s furious kick didn’t kill him. It rendered him… a true cripple.
“Second Young Master!”
“Die!”
Seeing Mu Qingyuan critically wounded, at death’s door, the Twin Ghosts cried out in alarm. After a shared glance, they whirled and charged.
Suddenly trapped by the eighteen terrifying ghosts, they dared not be careless. Retreating to avoid the formation had been their plan, attacking again later when the chance arose. But seeing Mu Qingyuan hanging by a thread, they had to act. They launched desperate assaults—fighting fiercely… trying to save their charge!