Chapter 453: Chapter 140: Wedding Ceremony

The Li Family’s Patriarch pondered:

"The Xiao Family has a complete magic inheritance, capable of controlling ghosts and killing invisibly."

"A few years ago, before the relic was deciphered, I already knew that the rise of the Xiao Family was unstoppable, so I forcefully opposed many to ally with the Xiao Family."

"Over the years, as the relic’s secrets gradually unraveled, the Xiao Family has grown stronger and stronger, until..."

"His appearance!"

Watching the flickering figure on the screen, the Li Family Patriarch’s eyes showed confusion, dread, and hesitation.

He was unwilling to become a vassal of the Xiao Family, but he also didn’t want his years of effort to be wasted.

"Patriarch."

Someone asked:

"What should we do?"

"The outcome is still uncertain." The Li Family Patriarch stabilized his spirit and said slowly:

"If Xiao Yun wins, everything remains the same."

"If Fang Zheng wins..."

He glanced back at Li Qiu, showing contemplation:

"Qiu’Er, take the items and visit the Celestial Master Dao, if you can’t obtain forgiveness, then don’t return."

Li Qiu’s expression changed, then bowed his head:

"Yes."

"Father!"

"Don’t worry too much." The Li Family Patriarch laughed lightly again:

"Although Fang Zheng’s appearance is a variable, the chance for him to surpass Xiao Yun seems to me, very slim."

"Yes."

Li Qiu answered.

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The battle deep in Beimang Mountain pulled on the sensitive nerves of various forces.

Everyone with some capability was watching this battle, all waiting for how it would end.

This battle,

Will influence the future situation.

It must be treated with caution!

And the two on the battlefield couldn’t care less about anything else, all their energy was focused on the fight.

Heart Intent!

Primordial Infinite!

Fang Zheng surrounded by thunder, with Yin and Yang energy circulating around him, terrifying power of thunder gathered at his fist.

"Boom!"

Blinding thunder light burst forth.

"Die!"

Xiao Yun’s expression was fierce, he roared towards the sky,

Corrosion by Ten Thousand Ghosts!

Countless fist shadows descended from the sky, unleashing torrents of fist force, the hurricane roared, tearing through the thunder-filled sky.

"Bang!"

The two figures collided in midair.

Xiao Yun landed heavily, while Fang Zheng retreated crazily, his hands and arms hanging limply by his sides.

So strong!

His face showed solemnity, and his eyes gleamed.

Even with the Celestial Secret Compass analyzing the opponent’s technique flaws, the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash attacked directly at the opponent’s vital points.

Also aided by Energy Union Seal, Seven Kills Spell, Celestial Spirit Technique, and skilled in many martial arts and magic.

Yet,

Still in a disadvantageous position!

This was even when the opponent didn’t know how to utilize the Ghost King Body, only able to unleash minimal power.

If truly the Ghost King...

Fang Zheng would have fled long ago.

However.

Since he didn’t flee, it showed there was still a chance to win this battle.

"Come forth!"

Fang Zheng uttered a low shout, the Five Ghosts’ Pouch at his waist lightly trembled, a puff of black smoke emerged, transforming into five Fierce Ghosts.

"Ghosts?"

"You also understand the Ghost Control Technique?"

Xiao Yun was taken aback, then showed disdain: 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"These mere ghosts, I already disregarded them years ago, now you want to reverse the situation?"

"Hmph!"

Fang Zheng snorted lightly:

"Clearly a Warlock, yet stubbornly using Martial Artist methods, the Ghost King falling into your hands is truly a waste."

"Your contempt is merely because you don’t know how to utilize it!"

"The skies are vast, the earth expansive..."

"Five Ghosts Entering the Body!"

Fang Zheng rapidly pinched seal techniques with both hands, his face solemn, chanting spells, the five ghosts around him let out a sharp cry, transforming into five wisps of ghost energy rushing into his body.

The next instant.

"Crack..."

"Crack crack..."

Fang Zheng’s fingers elongated, nails surged, his skin and flesh seemed to wither like blood evaporation, in the blink of an eye turning into a skeletal figure resembling skin wrapped around bones.

His eyeballs emitted green light.

The aura on him grew sinister and icy.

Even the lightning symbolizing Supreme Yang transformed into the chilling Cyan Sorcery Thunder Saber.

Five Ghost Celestial Demon Transformation!

"Playing tricks!"

Xiao Yun’s eyes narrowed, he dashed forward:

"I wonder what capability you have?"

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

Their figures crossed, colliding with each other more than a dozen moves in an instant, all confronting head-on with speed versus speed.

"Bang!"

"Sizzle..."

Fang Zheng’s five fingers swept across Xiao Yun’s waist and abdomen, the sharp nails cut through flesh like five steel sabers.

The Cyan Sorcery Thunder Saber sought out gaps, slicing into the Ghost Body within.

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded, Xiao Yun staggered back.

Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed, seizing the moment to charge again, his form morphing into numerous afterimages, launching a fierce attack on his opponent.

In an instant.

The ghost claws madly scratched down, the Cyan Sorcery Thunder Saber surged like waves, completely engulfing Xiao Yun.

"Boom!"

"Rumble..."

In the chaos, a pitch-black ghost claw reached out, clasping Fang Zheng’s wrist, gripping fiercely.

Whoosh...

Blood splattered.

"Hmm!"

Fang Zheng grunted, retreating quickly.

"Not bad."

Xiao Yun spoke leisurely, then looked at his own Ghost Body riddled with holes, grinning grimly:

"To injure me to this extent, you’re indeed impressive, but the Ghost Body... can’t be killed!"

"And you!"

"How many more moves can you hold on for?"

The voice hadn’t fallen when he charged again.

He spoke truthfully, this is the Yama Divine Realm, and he possesses the Ghost King Body, nearly immortal.

Even with temporary injuries, he would not be extinguished.

Yet Fang Zheng is different.

Though he holds many secret techniques, he is ultimately mortal, constantly suppressed by the Ghost King’s aura.

Each clash causes a certain degree of weakening.

"Swish!"

"Crack..."

In a brief moment, Fang Zheng’s arms were covered in flying blood, already showing the stark white bone, looking increasingly precarious.

Both reached their limits.

Though Xiao Yun has the protection of secret techniques, his consciousness constantly erodes under the Ghost Body, showing signs of degradation.

Fang Zheng’s resistance is also weakening.