Chapter 392: Chapter 392
Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a point of his foot, he leaped into the air.
His legs snapped like scissors, striking their two ghostly forms with a series of thuds.
He kicked them both flying.
The green-eyed zombie and the century-old fierce ghost fell to the ground in a sorry state, the former spitting out a mouthful of dark green blood from its chest.
Although it was a fierce ghost, under Zhang Xiaohao’s relentless assault.
The originally dense and sinister ghost energy had now dimmed, showing signs of severe damage.
"You old fart! We’re no match for this stinking Taoist, let’s split up and run!" the green-eyed zombie urgently exclaimed.
With a single hand on the ground, it tossed out those words and dashed off in one direction without looking back.
The century-old fierce ghost was taken aback, casting a fearful glance at Zhang Xiaohao and instinctively fleeing in the exact opposite direction of the green-eyed zombie. Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽
He had just taken a few steps.
The century-old fierce ghost paused, a lightbulb going off in his head.
"Damn zombie! I curse your second grandfather! You actually dared to play me, leaving the Demonized Relics behind!" the century-old fierce ghost roared with a ferocious expression.
In a flash, he desperately chased after the green-eyed zombie.
"Damn it! You moron, running towards me! You’ll draw that stinking Taoist over here. If you don’t want to die, change directions now!" the green-eyed zombie cursed angrily.
If possible, he truly wished he could slap this stupid ghost to death.
"Go to hell! Do you think I grew up being fooled? You want me to cover for you so you can greedily swallow the Demonized Relics all by yourself? Dream on!" the Ghost King sneered.
His speed on the ground didn’t slow down at all.
In the matter of escaping, fierce ghosts naturally had an advantage over zombies.
Although the Ghost King was catching up from behind, his speed wasn’t slow.
He had already caught up with the green-eyed zombie, and if it weren’t for the concern over the Demonized Relics, he would have already left the green-eyed zombie far behind.
"Heh! Stinking Taoist? Looks like I’m getting shot even while lying down," Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile as he touched his nose.
Watching as the two ghost creatures were about to vanish from his sight.
With a tap of his foot, the Twelve Heavenly Steps were pushed to their limit, leaving a series of afterimages as he chased after the two ghost creatures.
Zhang Xiaohao caught sight of the shadows of the two ghost creatures.
"Trying to run? No matter how fast you run, can you outpace a Heavenly Grade Supreme Body Technique?" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.
With a point of his foot, his speed doubled once again.
The next time his body appeared, it was already behind the two ghosts.
"Ah! You little bastard, how can you be so fast?" Seeing this, the Ghost King cried out in shock.
Originally fixated on the Demonized Relics, he now faced imminent danger. No treasure was worth anything without life to enjoy it.
His speed surged, closing a distance of several meters in an instant.
With a few flashes, he left the green-eyed zombie far behind.
"Ah! You bastard, you old undead, stop for me, don’t leave me behind..." Seeing this, the green-eyed zombie roared furiously.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
The Fish Intestine Sword slashed down.
The cold gleam flickered, chopping the green-eyed zombie into pieces; chunks of dark green flesh scattered on the ground.
A pure black, round bead shot out from its body.
Zhang Xiaohao tapped his foot, leapt into the air, grabbed the Demonized Relic in his palm, and casually stored it inside the Shennong Ring.
With a flick of his hand.
The Shennong Pill Fire flew out from his Dantian, and in a few flashes, burned the green-eyed zombie’s remains to ash.
Having done all this, Zhang Xiaohao put away the Shennong Pill Fire.
He sneered as he glanced in the direction where the Ghost King had vanished.
"Think you can run? If I don’t agree, can you escape?" Zhang Xiaohao said with relish.
The Twelve Heavenly Steps were fully activated.
His speed was like a bolt of lightning, terrifyingly pursuing the vanished Ghost King.
In an abandoned cave.
"Huff!" The Ghost King exhaled a turbid breath in fear, desperately pressing down the ghostly energy within his body, not letting a trace seep out.
"Ghost Ancestor, bless me! I hope that damn Taoist doesn’t find me! Definitely not..."
Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth curled up, his face bearing a playful smile.
"Cat catching a mouse? You think by concealing your aura, I can’t track you?"
He tapped the ground with his foot and leapt into the air, roaring.
He flipped his left hand, and a brilliant golden palm imprint erupted from his palm.
With a fierce swing, the violent golden palm imprint, carrying a destructive force, bombed toward the Ghost King’s hiding spot.
The ground shook and the mountains trembled; the cave was directly collapsed.
A black silhouette burst out from the collapsed ruins.
"Damn Taoist! You’ve bullied the ghost too far!" The Ghost King roared in anger.
"Have I bullied you? It was clearly you who provoked me, even attempting to kill me, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said sarcastically.
"Hmm! This king admits that we were wrong before! This king apologizes to you, that should suffice, right!" The Ghost King said, holding back his rage.
"Does an apology work? For a fierce Ghost King like you, who grew from a wronged soul to your current realm, there must have been not a few who died at your hands, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Hmm! The law of the jungle! This is a world where only the fittest survive. The weak are doomed to be eliminated!" The Ghost King said disdainfully.
"Indeed! That’s what I think as well, and now you can go die," Zhang Xiaohao said, his killing intent skyrocketing.
His figure blurred as he charged rapidly towards the Ghost King.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!"
The sword light flashed, cutting fiercely towards the Ghost King.
"Hmph! This king is a century-old fierce ghost, having cultivated for over a hundred years; you’re not qualified to kill me!" The Ghost King said with a cold laugh.
He slapped his ghostly hand, casting a Secret Technique.
His originally solid body instantly turned ethereal, becoming a sinister shadow.
"Idiot! You think by turning into a ghost shadow, I can do nothing to you? You’re too naive, seems all these years you’ve lived have been wasted," Zhang Xiaohao said with contempt.
He bit his tongue and spat a drop of blood onto the Fish Intestine Sword.
The Three Pure Daoist Skill was cast; he quickly engraved a Thunder Array on the sword’s blade.
The sword light slashed down, the lightning raged, and thick green smoke instantly rose.
"Ahh..." This was joined by the sharp scream of the Ghost King.
"Ah! I was wrong, Master Tao! I was truly wrong, I beg you, just let me go like a fart!" The Ghost King’s terrified voice came from the shadow.
"Isn’t this a world where only the strong survive? Did you forget?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"..." The Ghost King was instantly speechless, feeling the painful sensation of dropping a rock on his own foot.
Dozens of sword lights flickered, and the dense black shadow in the air had completely vanished, leaving only faint green smoke.
The once formidable Ghost King was thus slain by Zhang Xiaohao.
After dealing with the Ghost King, Zhang Xiaohao put away the Fish Intestine Sword.
He tapped his foot and, using the Twelve Heavenly Steps, turned into a shooting star as he dashed back toward the villa.