Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1011 - 527: Rampage at the Hundred Ghost Banquet
Murong is not the kind of person to hold grudges, but he does have a small measure of tolerance.
He fully demonstrated what it means when enemies meet, their eyes burning with rage.
This place was full of ghosts, but when he saw a familiar Big Head Ghost from the night of a hundred ghosts, his eyes turned red in an instant.
The Big Head Ghost was quickly chopped into four pieces, but Murong continued to strike, even when he took a hit on the back, he kept going.
If he hadn't sensed a ghost attacking from behind, he might have chopped the Big Head Ghost into mince.
Such hatred!
Murong had suppressed his anger for so long and finally found a target to vent it on!
Where is the Beautiful Ghost?
I'm going to give her a hard time!
No Beautiful Ghost, where's that Ghost Bride from earlier?
He wielded the blood-red Blood Shadow Mad Blade, his eyes glowing green, green hair flying, more terrifying than any ghost.
Then he dragged the blade, slashing from the left side of the second floor to the right, then back to the left again, without even blinking, but still couldn't find the Beautiful Ghost or the Ghost Bride.
With a loud crash, Murong swept across, tearing apart the second-floor wall of the tavern along with its windows, like paper shreds.
Along with it, more than a dozen ghosts drinking and eating human flesh shattered.
While Murong was killing with enthusiasm on the second floor, Duan Yun was indulging himself on the first.
He found that the True Qi of these ghosts was very different from humans, and as he absorbed it, the ominous Red Hair on him seemed to react, becoming fuller.
If Murong appeared like a green demon, then Duan Yun now seemed like an omen incarnate.
Initially, some belligerent ghosts tried to fight back, but upon seeing Duan Yun, they couldn't help but tremble, a fear rooted in instinct.
"Come over here!"
Duan Yun stood forward, and with a terrifying suction from his palms, he pulled two female ghosts attempting to escape through the window instantly towards him.
Next, the ominous Red Hair on him stirred, creating a dozen vortices around his body.
He jumped forward, instantly attaching more than ten ghosts of various shapes to himself.
These sucked-up ghosts struggled madly to escape, with some even losing their underwear in the attempt, but they couldn't shake off Duan Yun's body.
Others instinctively counter-attacked, scratching with claws and stabbing with blades, but were all repelled by Breaking Body Sword Energy, getting pierced like sieves.
Looking from afar, Duan Yun was covered in ghosts; to the unknowing eye, it seemed like he was entangled with karma.
At this moment, the ghost group had been absorbed to the point their faces blurred.
"I want to be a Great Hero!"
"I want to be a Great Hero!"
....
Suddenly, the ghost group shouted in unison, "I want to be a Great Hero!", enhancing the terrifying atmosphere of this Underworld.
The terror in the ghosts' eyes was, for Duan Yun, the spread of Heroic Spirit!
Even in this Underworld, it should embrace the transformation of Heroic Spirit!
In an instant, the two great heroes charged into the tavern of the hundred-ghost banquet, like tigers among sheep, and the ferocious ghosts failed to mount an effective counterattack.
At that moment, a cold voice rang out — "What's the panic for, just two two-legged sheep."
"Ghost Cry! Activate!"
As this voice echoed, the previously panicked ghosts trembled.
Immediately following that was an utterly piercing ghostly wail.
The ghostly cries were already incredibly sharp, and now the ghosts were crying in unison.
Instantly, these piercing sound waves overlapped, becoming intensely sharp.
Murong felt as if an awl was piercing his eardrum, and with blood oozing from his ear, he quickly circulated True Qi to defend himself.
The terrifying sound wave persisted, and the cups and porcelain bowls on the table shook violently with the sound wave, shattering with a series of pops.
Even Duan Yun found it a bit unbearable.
So, he moved a vortex upward, the Ghost Bride's raised bosom plugging one ear while the female ghost's buttocks, whom he had slapped to the ground earlier, plugged the other ear.
Murong, not being a genius of Duan Yun's extraordinary wisdom, naturally hadn't thought of such a method.
Though the dreadful sound wave wasn't deadly, it still affected him.
The speed and ferocity of his blade slashes diminished.
Suddenly, with a loud crash, a figure descended from the broken roof.
It was a man dressed in a rainbow-colored opera robe, resembling a vividly colored moth at a glance.
His sudden descent was surprising, but his speed wasn't fast, and Murong even noticed the peculiar detail of something like a fleshy growth protruding from his shoulder.
But in the next moment, Murong's expression changed.
The figure's descent technique wasn't quick, but his attack was astonishingly fast.
A chain-linked hammer dragged from above to smash down nearly instantly, leaving a pitch-black afterimage.
This slow-fast shift carried a strange rhythm, as if one moved slowly in water, yet his weapon existed in another dimension, exceptionally swift.
The hammer struck directly at Murong's head; while leaning back, Murong raised the Blood Shadow Mad Blade.
With a resounding clang, like a morning bell or evening drum.
Murong had exerted all his strength to block this hammer, but the hurried defense, combined with the hammer's immense force, sent him crashing through the wall like a cannonball.
With a thud, a "Tai" shaped imprint was left on the wall; after landing, Murong continued to roll furiously on the ground, breaking two stone pillars before plunging into a pool.
