Chapter 88

"Please, Senior, show me the way to live." The Sect Leader steeled himself and asked.

"Endure one attack from this seat. Of course, I won’t use my full strength. As long as you can survive my attack, I will let you live." Song Shuhang extended a finger and said.

Once the sense of shame reached its limit, it would shatter just like one's values.

After using 'this seat' a few times, Song Shuhang felt less ashamed and spoke more smoothly.

The Sect Leader's face turned pale, and he knew that even if the profound Senior didn’t use full strength, a casual flick of a sword could still take half his life!

However, he had no choice.

Enduring one attack might lead to death, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

If he refused the Senior's condition, the other party could easily cut off his head with a sword and use it as a night pot.

Moreover... he had a trump card. As an evil path ghost cultivator, he had a peculiar life-saving method that might allow him to survive the attack at the cost of 'dying' once.

Thinking of this, the Sect Leader gritted his teeth and said, "Is Senior serious?"

"This seat is a well-known figure in the cultivation world. How could I deceive a junior like you?" Song Shuhang said coldly, continuing to look down at the Sect Leader as if he were an ant.

Song Shuhang wasn't lying; he was indeed a well-known figure. After all, anyone with a head and a face was a well-known figure. Do you not have a head and a face?

"Please, Senior, show mercy." The Sect Leader smiled bitterly, and his bitter smile made people feel the bitterness even from a thousand miles away.

In secret, a pure ghost inside the Sect Leader's body broke its seal and quietly enveloped the Sect Leader.

A pure ghost was a ghost without resentment, so it wasn't afraid of ordinary exorcism techniques.

Of course, it was very difficult for a pure ghost to be born. Ghosts were often born out of resentment. A pure ghost had to be a good person to the core, who died due to a great injustice. However, such a good person wouldn't care about the injustice, and thus had a chance to become a pure ghost...

"Then, endure this seat's sword!" Song Shuhang's face was cold, and he rotated his finger, making a talisman appear on his fingertip.

The 'Sword Talisman' given by the Master of Seven Lives Talisman Hall was for attack. To use it, one only needed to activate the talisman and shout 'sword.' Once activated, it could unleash a sword aura of the Third Stage Later Heaven War King level, capable of splitting mountains and rocks. Ordinary Second Stage True Master cultivators would lose half their lives if they didn't have special defensive means.

Seeing the talisman, the Sect Leader almost ground his teeth in frustration... As a low-level, struggling cultivator, he hated nothing more than rich people who used talismans to attack!

"Stand still, junior. Pray for your luck." Song Shuhang held the talisman, his aura overwhelming, and he couldn't suppress his excitement: "Sword!"

A faint, illusory figure appeared behind Song Shuhang.

The figure used its finger as a sword and slashed at the Sect Leader.

A brilliant sword light erupted from the talisman. Once the sword light appeared, nothing else could be seen in the carriage, as if the world had been reduced to just this sword light!

This sword light was a perfect sword technique!

In an instant, the Sect Leader, who was locked by the sword light, felt his body restrained, unable to move a single step.

Even dodging was a luxury. He could only stand there helplessly, watching the sword cut into his body!

Humiliation? Hatred? Fear?

The Sect Leader's heart was a mix of emotions, indescribable.

The sword light touched his body, but only a faint 'sizzle' was heard.

The Sect Leader's body, like tofu, was easily cut in half and fell to the ground.

There was no blood at the wound...

The foreign monk smacked his lips—was it over? A terrifying Second Stage True Master cultivator was dead just like that?

The carriage was silent.

Song Shuhang didn't relax his vigilance. He held a 'Methuselah Talisman' in his left hand and two 'Sword Talismans' in his right, staring at the Sect Leader's body on the ground.

The other party had been active in J City's Ghost Lamp Temple for over fifty years. As long as he wasn't too unlucky, he would have one or two life-saving items.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang put on a stern face and said in a deep voice, "You have some skills. Since you survived this seat's sword, I will let you live. Get up and leave from this seat's sight! Remember, don't let this seat see you again! Ever!"

The skill of bluffing, Song Shuhang had mastered.

The foreign monk was stunned—how could the Second Stage ghost cultivator survive such a terrifying sword?

It's impossible! Such a terrifying sword!

However, as Song Shuhang finished speaking, the Sect Leader's body, cut in half, slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Then, the Sect Leader appeared on the spot, his face pale, with a deep sword mark on his forehead. At the critical moment, he used his life-saving method to survive, but the sword was too powerful, leaving him with a deep sword wound. The residual sword aura in the wound made him suffer immensely.

"Thank you, Senior, for sparing my life." The Sect Leader said through the pain, "I will leave immediately."

Since he had been discovered, there was no point in hiding anymore.

The other party seemed to be a man of his word, willing to let him live. If he hid and angered the Senior, and the Senior found another reason to attack, he would really be dead.

As he spoke, the ghost general Kuyou, who was also heavily injured, floated over, carrying a black briefcase.

The briefcase contained the Sect Leader's important possessions. Some things were too precious to leave in Luoxin Street in J City, so he carried them with him in the black briefcase.

"Really still alive?" The foreign monk couldn't believe it.

Looking at the pale face before him, Song Shuhang sighed. This guy was really still alive.

To survive, this guy was really determined.

Unfortunately, if he were really a Senior who valued his reputation and kept his word, he might have let him live.

But, this seat has no intention of keeping face! This seat wants to kill you!

Not killing you, this seat can't eat or sleep. Life would be unbearable!

So, just as the Sect Leader picked up the black briefcase and turned to leave... Song Shuhang struck again!

"Sword! Sword!" He held a 'Sword Talisman' in each hand and activated them simultaneously.

Who knew if the Sect Leader had any more life-saving methods, so he used two sword talismans at once! If he had more hands, he would have used all the remaining sword talismans!

Brilliant sword light erupted from the talismans, and two sword lights, forming an 'X,' slashed the Sect Leader.

The Sect Leader remained vigilant even as he left, but it was useless.

The sword light was too fast, and once locked, it had a restraining effect.

After the sword light, the Sect Leader's body was cut into four pieces and fell to the ground. This time, he had no life-saving method, and he was doomed.

The body of a Second Stage cultivator was extremely strong, and even cut into pieces, the Sect Leader didn't die immediately. His head stared at Song Shuhang, and he had countless curses in his heart, but in the end, he could only say two words filled with resentment: "Shameless!"

Although he knew the other party was good at using poison and had a fickle personality, he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless and have no bottom line.

"Hehe, say whatever you want." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed another talisman, a 'Demon-Exorcising Talisman.'

The Sect Leader was dead, but his resentful ghost, Kuyou, was still alive.

Cut the grass and remove the roots to avoid future troubles!

If Song Shuhang were alone, he wouldn't have to worry about future troubles. But unfortunately, he wasn't.

"Exorcise!" The spiritual energy hurricane of the Demon-Exorcising Talisman swept through two carriages.

'Zhi...' Kuyou, the ghost general, let out a miserable cry. The weak Kuyou had no chance to escape and was directly purified by the talisman's spiritual energy.

Thud—The black briefcase fell to the ground.

The dying Sect Leader was also purified by the talisman's spiritual energy, leaving him without the strength to retaliate.

Thinking of his impending death, the Sect Leader's mind went blank, and he stuttered, "No... face! A man of... his word, I... spit!"

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