Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 43: The Humanoid Great Demon—Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple!_1
Fan Wu felt significant resistance from this sword strike.
The sharp blade of the Demon-slaying Sword fiercely collided with one of the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s clawed arms, sparking a series of sparks.
A smug smirk appeared on the contradictory yin-yang ghostly face of the Stitched Fierce Ghost.
Because its other three arms were not blocked!
Fifteen tendrils of deathly aura swirled around the claws, lashing towards where Fan Wu stood!
"Crack..."
Suddenly, the sound of something breaking echoed.
Fine cracks spread across the ghostly claw that had clashed with the Demon-slaying Sword.
The cracks multiplied and expanded in an instant.
Until the claw shattered!
The muscles in Fan Wu’s arms, clenched around the Demon-slaying Sword, were bulging with enormous power, and he forcibly smashed all five claws on one of the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s arms!
The momentum of the Demon-slaying Sword did not lessen, and in the blink of an eye, it struck another arm of the Stitched Fierce Ghost.
This time, it did not hit the hard claws.
Instead, it hit the arm itself!
This sword strike.
Faced no resistance at all!
Swish——
The two arms of the Stitched Fierce Ghost were flung up uncontrollably, and the smug expression on its yin-yang ghostly face stiffened.
The divine power radiating from the Demon-slaying Sword was without doubt a terrifying poison to the Stitched Fierce Ghost!
It could vividly feel the soul-wrenching agony that penetrated deep within its soul body...
It was pain that it could not bear at its current state!
Even its last arm swinging towards Fan Wu involuntarily deviated slightly to the side.
The pitch-black sharp claws grazed Fan Wu’s cheek.
Fan Wu felt as though someone had lightly drawn several pieces of ice across his face.
Then...
There was no other sensation.
No pain.
No itch.
And definitely no injury.
"Hiiisssss!!!!!!"
The Stitched Fierce Ghost, with two of its arms severed by the Demon-slaying Sword, could no longer bear the excruciating pain that reached the depths of its soul body.
It was as though two ghosts were wailing together, their cries echoing non-stop within Willow Alley.
"Tear... tear him to pieces!!!!"
Amidst the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s agonized screams, a broken and intermittent command was mixed in.
The mass of evil spirits flanking Willow Alley did not hesitate to rush towards Fan Wu, surging forward like a tidal wave.
Seeing this scene.
Shen Ji Yue, not far away, murmured "Not good," and immediately turned to Xie Jiu and said, "That fierce ghost wants to command the other ghosts to besiege Daoist Priest Fan. Let’s hold off the other evil spirits for a while to buy some time for Daoist Priest Fan..."
Before she could finish the word "time," Shen Ji Yue saw an unforgettable scene.
Fan Wu, without her knowing when, had already firmly grasped the wrist of one of the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s arms.
He dragged the Stitched Fierce Ghost along as if he were hauling a dead pig.
He then stepped forward and stomped down.
The flagstones under his feet cracked.
Power surged from the ground!
He twisted his waist!
The gigantic body of the Stitched Fierce Ghost was pulled up from the ground by Fan Wu as if it were a torn sack, its legs forced up into the air.
Pain, panic, and a hint of confusion and disbelief were written all over its yin-yang ghostly face.
It could perhaps never understand why such a powerful Taoist existed in a place like Bai He County.
And it didn’t feel any mana fluctuations from this Taoist at all!
Completely different from the cultivators it had devoured before!
The Stitched Fierce Ghost’s thoughts had barely reached this point...
When it felt as if it had been flung away.
Its barrel-like corpulent ghostly body crashed into a group of onrushing evil spirits like a terrifying boulder.
Right away, several evil spirits were knocked flying.
Many more were crushed under the Stitched Fierce Ghost and couldn’t get up at all.
Fan Wu held the Demon-slaying Sword with one hand.
He turned to face the malevolent ghosts charging toward him from the other side, and with an upward swing of his sword, pierced through two ghastly figures with grotesque faces at a tricky angle!
The ghosts wore expressions of agonizing pain.
It was as if their bodies were being injected with blazing hot magma, with faintly glowing red cracks appearing on the surface of their ghostly forms before they swiftly disintegrated from the inside out!
Their souls shattered!
His other hand also gripped the hilt of the Demon-slaying Sword, as he casually spun around, performing a move reminiscent of a "whirlwind".
The blade, like a storm, swept up all the oncoming ghosts within its path.
The ghosts let out painful and piercing wails of agony.
As if they were thrown into a meat grinder.
The moment their bodies came into contact with the blade of the Demon-slaying Sword, they couldn’t withstand the terrifying power of demon-exorcism.
There was no other end for them but to have their souls shattered.
No other choice.
[You have successfully killed the "Matchmaker Ghost", congratulations on obtaining Free Attribute Points: 0.2!]
[You have successfully killed "Sedan-chair Ghost A", congratulations on obtaining Free Attribute Points: 0.05!]
[You have successfully killed "Sedan-chair Ghost D"...]
[...]
Under Fan Wu’s hands, not a single ghost could last even one round.
After another round of point allocation, his attributes had already greatly increased from before!
[Name: Fan Wu]
[Life: 89＋]
[Power: 25＋]
[Skill: Star Lodging Sword Technique lv1 (0/10)]
[Free Attribute Points: 5.2]
Just now, he allocated 5 points to his [Power] attribute, increasing it from 20 to 25.
After using 5 Free Attribute Points, he should have had 4.8 left.
But there was no helping it.
Another horde of ghosts came, offering points, increasing his Free Attribute Points to 5.2.
One could only say...
Thanks for the gift of nature!
He kept some Free Attribute Points unused out of caution.
What if he encountered some strange creatures with weird abilities that could diminish his [Life] attribute?
At that time, the reserved Free Attribute Points could save his life.
Or even enable him to counter-kill.
"These ordinary ghosts are too weak," Fan Wu effortlessly pierced the chest of the last ghost with his sword.
From the moment the ghosts surged toward him like a tidal wave under the command of the Stitched Fierce Ghost, less than ten seconds had passed.
Fan Wu had nearly wiped them out!
The efficiency was outrageously high!
Not far away, Shen Ji Yue and Xie Jiu, who were preparing to help block the ghosts, froze in their tracks.
They realized that Daoist Priest Fan didn’t need their help.
They discovered that they still didn’t place enough trust in Daoist Priest Fan from Qiulong Temple.
Or maybe they had never seen a Taoist Priest so incredible!
Since when did Taoist priests engage in close combat with ghosts and demons, slashing through them as if chopping vegetables, nearly killing them all off?
Is this really a Taoist priest?
Not a valiant general from the military?
...
Fan Wu was unaware of the drama unfolding in the minds of the two officials from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau. He had already slowly turned back around, his gaze devoid of emotions, fixating on the Stitched Fierce Ghost clumsily clambering to its feet.
The Stitched Fierce Ghost was still uttering unsettling, pain-filled moans.
Its arms had vanished without a trace.
Yin Energy was seeping out endlessly from where they had been severed.
When the spreading Yin Energy touched a nearby tree, a layer of frost formed on the branches and leaves.
The verdant leaves turned yellow and withered.
"Tsk, do you want me to give you back your arms?" Fan Wu noticed that the Stitched Fierce Ghost was still harboring significant hostility toward him, almost tangible in its malice.
But he didn’t care at all.
He spoke in a tone more villainous than the villains themselves, and if an uninformed person were to witness this scene...
They might mistake Fan Wu for the true malevolent Demons and Devils!
A humanoid great demon!
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