CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 105 MASTER, COME AND SAVE LAO SI QUICKLY (6K)_2

The three evil spirits screamed miserably and were instantly blasted to pieces, reduced to ashes.

"Well done!" Yan Xiaohu exclaimed joyfully.

At this moment, Ghost Daoist’s face was extremely grim. The three highly cultivated Golden Core Realm evil spirits he had painstakingly nurtured were gone just like that.

Moreover, he hadn’t expected that this child pretending to be weak was actually cultivating Thunder Skills specifically designed to counteract sinister entities.

"I will turn you into a new evil spirit for my Soul Banner!"

Ghost Daoist glared viciously at Zhou Qing, eyeing the Top-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand, and launched another attack.

After all, in his eyes, that Top-Grade Spirit Stone would soon be his, and seeing a dying man absorbing it now pained him more than anything.

"Your opponent is me!" Yan Xiaohu’s eyes narrowed as he released Nascent Fire and charged with his long blade. The two clashed fiercely in an instant.

Zhou Qing frowned, thoughts racing in his mind.

He knew that even with their combined efforts, they could at best match a Nascent Soul Realm early-stage cultivator, and it would be extremely difficult to kill a mid-stage one.

Moreover, the commotion here was so great that if someone noticed and came quietly to exploit the aftermath, it would be troublesome.

The fight must end quickly!

His most powerful move was the second form of the Thunder Sword Skills. With his current cultivation and Yin Yang Skills, he should be able to execute it three times in succession.

After all, when he had faced Blood Tai Sui in Ghost City, he had barely managed to use it twice but was utterly exhausted afterward.

But now, with the "Yin Yang Skills", he could give it a try.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing immediately put away the Top-Grade Spirit Stone, held the Broken Sword, and rapidly closed in on the Ghost Daoist.

"Yan, don’t get caught up in the fight!" Zhou Qing quickly transmitted his voice to Yan Xiaohu.

At this moment, Yan Xiaohu was panting heavily, with a crazed look on his face, seemingly having made some kind of determination.

But just then, Zhou Qing’s voice suddenly reached his ears.

"What?" Yan Xiaohu didn’t quite understand.

However, Zhou Qing had already locked his icy cold gaze on Ghost Daoist.

"Thunder Sword Skills second form, Thunder Shadow Heavy Strike, kill!"

He fiercely raised the Broken Sword, and the still lingering dark clouds in the sky began to gather once more, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, like the end of days.

Seeing this, Ghost Daoist immediately charged toward Zhou Qing, eyes filled with murderous intent.

After all, the opponent’s Thunder Skills inherently countered him, even weakening the power of his various spells.

This child must be eliminated first, and he couldn’t let him have another chance to perform that skill.

"Old ghost, where are you going!" Yan Xiaohu quickly stepped forward to block Ghost Daoist’s path.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky kept surging, and Zhou Qing could clearly feel the spiritual power within his two Golden Cores being wildly drawn out.

In the clouds, a gigantic thunder shadow, like a roaring Thunder Dragon, formed and descended with sharp Sword Qi.

The target was Ghost Daoist.

As the thunder shadow passed, space itself seemed to warp and twist, and the immense pressure made one’s heart tremble with fear.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu instantly dodged.

He had witnessed the power of this move with his own eyes in the mines of Cangyan Daoist Palace; the guardian Peng Si had nearly been killed by it.

Seeing this, Ghost Daoist felt a chill run down his spine. He dared not be careless, quickly waving his black banner, causing black fog to surge up. Countless ghostly figures flickered within, shielding him.

The next moment, the Thunder Dragon, carrying Sword Qi, shattered the black fog with unstoppable force, crashing fiercely into Ghost Daoist.

Ghost Daoist let out a miserable scream, his body flying out like a broken kite, spewing blood from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief that he could be wounded by someone in the Golden Core Realm.

What cultivation technique was this? How could it have such immense power?

He felt utterly aggrieved, thinking that normally, ten Golden Core Realm cultivators together couldn’t break through his ghost fog, but the opponent’s Thunder Skills just happened to counter him.

"I will make your life worse than death..."

Zhou Qing’s face was as pale as paper, but he didn’t stop. Another thunder shadow shot out from the clouds.

Ghost Daoist kept trying to dodge, but the Thunder Dragon seemed locked onto him, relentlessly pursuing.

Out of options, he had to raise the black banner to shield himself once again.

The Thunder Dragon struck Ghost Daoist again, sending him flying once more. The black robe on his body was torn to shreds by the Thunder Arc, exposing his scarred body.

"I’ll make you..."

Zhou Qing’s eyes were cold. His body staggered, almost falling from the air, but he gritted his teeth and unleashed the second move for the third time.

"Thunder Shadow Heavy Strike! Again, kill!"

This time, the Thunder Dragon, imbued with Sword Intent, grew even larger, pressing down on Ghost Daoist with unstoppable force.

"How is this possible!"

Ghost Daoist couldn’t believe that someone at the Golden Core Realm could perform such a terrifying Divine Technique repeatedly.

He couldn’t afford to think too much. He slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood, which he then forced into the black banner before him.

The black banner instantly expanded, and the surging black clouds multiplied several times over.

Bang!

The Thunder Dragon struck at this moment. Upon impact, a massive explosion echoed across the heavens and earth.

Crack—

The sound of something breaking suddenly reported. Seeing the cracks in his Soul Banner that had taken years to construct, Ghost Daoist’s face turned pale with shock.

Before he could even attempt a repair, the Soul Banner shattered into two pieces. The remaining Thunder Dragon instantly enveloped him, the formidable power of thunder rampaging through his body, causing him to scream repeatedly.

Worse still, countless ghostly creatures emerged from the broken Soul Banner, roaring as they lunged toward Ghost Daoist.