Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1683: The Power Of Dreams

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"I-Impossible! Just what are those weapons... what is that ghostly figure behind Wu Lieng?!" Yoomyung gasped. "This is... the power Maria can grant to others?!"

Elder Wu’s power surged even further. Despite his Sealed Dantians and crippled Bloodline, he kept fighting. The shadow of his father loomed behind him, guiding his fists as he sent disciples stronger than himself flying. Explosions of black and red flames engulfed them.

"This is my father’s legacy! This is the Heavenly Demon, youngsters! The Murim Alliance wants you all to forget the only man who ever defied the Heavens! But he will never die—as long as his son stands here!"

Elder Wu dodged powerful strikes—White Mist Snake Fists, White Mist Boar Tusk Punches—but more kept coming. He could barely keep up with the power now flowing through him.

However—

CLAAASH!

A golden and black shield blocked a deadly burning sword. An explosion of flames followed, scorching the ruins of the White Mist Palace.

BOOOM!

"Kim Hua!" Elder Wu exclaimed, surprised to see his disciple.

"Since you saved me from those slavers, I swore I would protect you, Master," Kim Hua said, his long black hair waving in the wind. "This shield represents my dream—my purpose!"

"Fufu, hahahaha! How amusing! What sort of stupid magic trick are you using?" a woman laughed amidst the sea of flames. "Do you really think some cheap tricks from the Tower will close the gap between you and us, Wu Lieng? It’s honestly adorable...!"

"Sunblade Damsel...!" Elder Wu growled, gritting his teeth. "You were among the Martial Artists who raided the Dark Shadow Sect... I remember that laugh—even when I was just a teen!"

"Oh, really? While you grew into a decrepit old man, I’ve only gotten prettier, don’t you think?" she laughed. "I wonder what your father would say if he saw his son turned into this? HAHAHAHA!"

"I couldn’t restore my youth or extend my lifespan after you crippled my Dantians and Bloodline!" Elder Wu shouted. "But I’ve grown proud of my appearance—of the old man I’ve become! Unlike you, I don’t run from age. I show the world I’ve lived, that I’ve endured! These wrinkles, these trembling hands, this white hair... they prove that despite everything, the Murim Alliance failed to kill a single man!"

"Tche! Don’t get so damn cocky, you old gramps!" roared the Sunblade Damsel, her refined persona cracking into vulgar rage. "Your luck ends today!"

"Elder Wu!"

"Don’t forget about us!"

"We’ll stand by your side until death!"

Three more disciples stepped forward, wielding a long sword, a spear, and an axe. Their individual power was modest, but their unified Dream Auras empowered them together.

The Sunblade Damsel stared in disbelief as the Heavenly Demon Shadow behind Wu Lieng grew larger, absorbing the power of their Dream Weapons.

"What is that?! You think I’ll be intimidated?!"

She charged forward, engulfed in blazing flames, clashing against Kim Hua’s shield while the other disciples attacked from the sides.

Elder Wu Lieng roared, and so did his disciples—his sons in spirit. Their dreams aligned.

RUMBLE!

And the impossible happened.

"I-Impossible...! You stopped my Sunblade Storm?!"

Her explosion of flames was halted by a massive crimson hand. She watched in disbelief as the giant spirit behind Wu Lieng was no longer with him alone—

It was with all of them.

"You may have defeated my father, but what he represented will never be destroyed!" Elder Wu declared.

"He represented freedom!"

"He stood against your tyranny!"

"He defied the heavens!"

"And he protected mortals when none of you ever did!"

The Sunblade Damsel’s face twisted in fear as the spirit grew larger, its glowing eyes piercing her soul.

"T-The Heavenly Demon?! What nonsense is this?!"

She unleashed a powerful downward strike, a roaring dragon of flames crashing toward Wu Lieng and his disciples.

"{Sunblade Dragon Dawn}!"

CRAASH!

BOOOM!

Wu Lieng and his disciples were sent flying, their combined technique too unstable.

"Hahahaha! Is that all, Wu Lieng? One blow and you’re done!" she laughed. "What a pathetic excuse of a man."

She pointed her sword at the youngest disciple, who looked exhausted and afraid. Her blade rushed toward his throat.

"Watch as I behead your beloved disciples one by one!"

"NOOOO!"

BOOOM!

"Ungh?!"

The Sunblade Damsel was struck by a spiritual arrow, prompting a small explosion that singed her robes but caused little damage.

"Who dares...?!"

She turned toward the attacker—a beautiful elven woman holding a bow, surrounded by floating magical arrows.

"Did you think that little attack would stop me? It barely did anything—"

Her words were cut off as wooden branches and roots sprouted from her dress, tearing it apart.

"Aaaagh! My dress! H-How dare you! You vulgar woman!"

Her chest was exposed, though Emeraldine looked surprised—this hadn’t been her intention.

"Aaah! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that... but you should really wear more durable clothes!" Emeraldine said. "Maybe armor?"

"Grrrr! I’ll kill you!" the Sunblade Damsel screamed, flames forming a blazing Ki dress that incinerated the spirit wood.

Emeraldine flew swiftly, dodging the flaming slashes, while Root rushed to Wu Lieng and his disciples, healing them.

"We are once more indebted to you..." Elder Wu said.

"Don’t worry, gyuuh! You showed real guts—it was awesome!" Root grinned. "I’ll keep everyone healed. Go for it! You won’t grow if you don’t fight your battles!"

"Well said, my friend," Wu Lieng smiled, rising with his disciples. Their Dream Auras surged, mixing with their Ki into a unique fusion. "Somehow, your Master’s words really resonated with me... To think this old man’s heart could be moved like that."

He looked to the skies, where Maria clashed against the White Mist Immortal. His attacks were relentless, overwhelming her.

"I know you can do this..."

Wu Lieng joined Emeraldine, and together they clashed against the Sunblade Damsel. Explosions of spiritual light, blazing Ki, and dream flames erupted, shaking the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Jonathan faced a ninja-like man wielding dozens of poisonous needles, launching them with deadly precision.

Jonathan moved with grace and speed, dodging even the most lethal attacks. Explosions of light surged around him, but none could touch him.

"Gotta say, you’re really fast!" Jonathan smiled, sensing the assassin appear behind him, needles aimed at his neck.

"And you’re too slow," the Poison Needle Assassin smirked—

Only for radiant light to intercept his strike.

FLAAASH!

"Ngh?!"

The light exploded in his face, sending him tumbling across the ground. He vomited blood, glaring at Jonathan with hatred.

"You thought you could take me down that easily? Do I look that weak to you?" Jonathan said calmly. "Let’s end this without bloodshed. You don’t have to fight this battle. If you surrender, we can—"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

FLASH!

The Poison Needle Assassin turned into a cloud of purple poison, spreading around Jonathan—a poison he couldn’t easily escape.

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