Chapter 312 - 158: Under the Scorching Sun, the Ghost King Reappears (Seeking Subscriptions) !

Chapter 312: Chapter 158: Under the Scorching Sun, the Ghost King Reappears (Seeking Subscriptions) !

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In the Inner City, the scorching sun slowly began its descent from the peak of the sky.

While all its inhabitants are oblivious and continue to lead an ordinary life.

Three grim and terrifying powerful auras, abruptly and without reason, began spreading out.

Simultaneously, the fluctuations of vast and powerful Spirit Qi erratically erupted.

Numerous black pillars of light shot up, piercing the sky.

Each one, wider than ten paces.

Around these pillars, countless souls emerged, throatily expressing their joy for returning under the sun’s light.

Ghostly howls and wails fill the air, suddenly became the echoes of the town, an all-encompassing melody.

Even the countless agonizing wails of dying cultivators are silenced beneath it.

No!

A piercing roar, suddenly explodes.

“Bastard!”

A burst of a powerful mana fluctuation of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator soars at Mountain Feng.

In the Outer City area, Luo Chen, dragging along Zhou Yuanli, is retreating wildly.

Hearing that “bastard” roar, his body stiffens momentarily, subconsciously turning his head to look.

At Mountain Feng, a golden sword light attempts to soar into the sky.

However, just when the sword light explodes, a huge palm suddenly shoots out from the ground.

Boom!

The golden sword light is struck back into Mountain Feng.

Obstructed, the three black pillars of light expand again, tearing open great fissures in the earth.

“Who dares to release the Ghost King on his own?”

Incensed voices, accompanied by another dazzlingly extreme golden sword Qi, rise again.

The huge palm of Qi power attacks once more. However, this time, it’s only able to resist momentarily, before being torn apart.

The Golden Sword Qi transforms into a rainbow light, like a colossal dragon coiling around Mountain Feng.

Without the immediate success of the ultimate attack, he will certainly not get another chance to calmly execute the same move.

Pang Renxiong feels a touch of regret.

After getting that Sword Pill yesterday, grieving over the loss of a fellow cultivator, he didn’t check it thoroughly.

In fact, most people wouldn’t check a Sword Pill that had lost its owner.

When the sword exists, the man exists, when the sword is destroyed, the man is gone.

The black-robed demonic cultivator was already dead, and the remaining Sword Pill, who would have thought that another person could drive it.

He previously took pleasure in his trap at the Monster-Locking Tower, killing his peer enemy.

Little did he expect, that merely a day later, his enemy would succeed in ambushing him.

The anger in Pang Renxiong’s heart peaks.

Yet, he is still suppressing his fury and says angrily,

“I knew from the start that the Demonic Cultivator was bluffing when he used the Sword Pill. At that time, I thought he didn’t master its usage, but never thought that the real master of this Sword Pill would be you!”

The grey-robed cultivator nods his head: “Indeed, I got it through the black market and purposely gave it to Lu Jiushi’s hands. He is just a Golden Core Rogue Cultivator, who hasn’t been in the Lianyun Business Union for a long time, doesn’t possess a Natal Magic Item, naturally he would cherish a Magic Item Level Sword Pill.”

“So it was you who murdered Fei Bowen?”

Facing Pang Renxiong’s relentless pursuit, the grey-robed cultivator helplessly says, “At this point, caring about these – doesn’t it feel a little late?”

“Late?”

“No, it’s not too late!”

“You believe you’re my opponent?”

Confronting Pang Renxiong’s sudden explosion of formidable Might,

The grey-robed cultivator lightly laughs, his body gently retreating backward.

“No!”

“Your opponent isn’t me!”

Upon hearing these words, Pang Renxiong’s face changes drastically, his unparalleled Divine Consciousness sweeping in all directions.

In the Inner City of the Great river District, from the southeastern and northern directions, are already three grim and chilling auras, targeting him directly.

Three figures, black as night, and several tens of a zhang tall, noiselessly climb out from the earth’s fissure, standing upright, basking in the sun’s warmth.

“You deserve to die!”

“Truly deserve to die!”

“Actually looking down upon tens of thousands of lives of Rogue Cultivators in the Great River District, secretly releasing the three Ghost Kings sealed for hundreds of years.”