Chapter 94

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When enemies meet, their eyes turn especially red.

The national and family grudges had long faded with time, and the confrontation between the two had finally reached its conclusion.

One had transformed into a ghost king, and dying again would mean his soul would dissipate.

The other had cycled through eight lifetimes, and death would mean enslavement, forever losing the chance to walk the path of cultivation.

Thus, the battle began with intense fervor. The peachwood sword in Lu Li's hand was like an invincible treasure, piercing through the golden-armored general Tuotuo and drawing a trail of black gas that then vanished.

That was precisely the original ghostly energy Tuotuo had painstakingly cultivated.

The wolf-tooth club in Tuotuo's hand was no ordinary weapon. It had accompanied him through countless battles, growing into a true instrument of terror. After becoming a ghost king, he had refined it for a hundred years, almost achieving a state of perfect harmony with it.

In terms of weapons, the peachwood sword was clearly inferior to the wolf-tooth club. Lu Li did not dare to clash directly with Tuotuo; doing so would only result in the peachwood sword breaking.

In terms of cultivation, the ghost king realm was almost on par with the innate realm, far surpassing Lu Li, who had only reached the peak of the acquired realm.

Facing this terrifying ghost that could scare most Celestial Masters, Lu Li gradually felt a long-lost battle fervor, as if he were amidst a thousand soldiers, with the cries of ten thousand men and the clash of drums and horns, fighting to the death against the enemy's commander.

His blood boiled, but his eyes grew increasingly calm.

Taking a step back meant the war was lost, and death meant the destruction of the land.

"Ha ha, come on!"

Lu Li circled around the warhorse, thrusting his sword at the blood-sweating steed.

At this point, although the peachwood sword was effective against ghosts, the wolf-tooth club had a wide range of attack. The best strategy was to knock Tuotuo off his horse and engage in a ground battle.

Tuotuo, with his extensive experience, naturally saw through Lu Li's intentions. He blocked the peachwood sword with all his might and roared, "Do not harm my steed!"

Lu Li said nothing, ducking to avoid the wolf-tooth club.

The club slid over his head, causing his white hair to stand on end.

After bending over, he took a step forward, crouched, and slid toward the warhorse. He quickly pulled out a talisman from his pocket and muttered, "Take it." At the same time, he had already slid under the horse's belly and pressed the talisman onto the horse's body.

"Neigh!"

The warhorse instantly let out a scream, its body rapidly burning, black gas billowing out, and its sleek, shiny fur quickly withering, about to turn into bones.

Tuotuo's face changed drastically, and he leaped off the horse, pressing his right hand on the horse's back. The flames on the horse's body gradually disappeared, suppressed by the original ghostly energy from his hand.

Lu Li stood to the side, on guard, and did not continue his attack.

He knew very well that every bit of original ghostly energy Tuotuo lost reduced his danger. While training was important, it didn't mean he had to fight to the death. If he could defeat the enemy and reach the peak of the acquired realm, why not do it?

A moment later, Tuotuo retracted his hand, looked at Lu Li, and suddenly let out a long howl.

With the howl, the tents and the grassland disappeared, leaving only a gray, desolate land. Surrounding the land were nearly a thousand ghosts, including modern people, ancient soldiers, and generals.

After the howl, Tuotuo waved his hand, planting the wolf-tooth club into the ground. Then, his wrist flicked, and a black, curved blade appeared in his palm. "Horse battle, ground battle, water battle, what do I fear?"

Swish.

The curved blade swung, and ghostly energy howled, sending a chilling cold even before it reached him.

Lu Li's expression finally turned serious. He gripped the peachwood sword and thrust it at Tuotuo three times in quick succession. Tuotuo, however, showed disdain, completely ignoring the peachwood sword and swinging the curved blade at Lu Li's neck.

Lu Li did not dare to be careless and quickly raised his sword to block. He had already seen that the curved blade in Tuotuo's hand was not a physical weapon but a manifestation of his life-bound ghostly energy.

In this case, the peachwood sword had a natural advantage and was not afraid of direct clashes.

The golden peachwood sword and the black curved blade clashed, and the tip of the black curved blade broke, turning into ghostly energy and dissipating. However, Lu Li felt a tremendous force from the sword, forcing him to take three steps back to steady himself.

"Ha ha, thinking you can defeat me with a peachwood sword is truly naive!"

Before he finished speaking, the black curved blade restored itself, and Tuotuo seemed unaffected. He took large steps and swung the blade at Lu Li's head.

The blade was powerful and swift, looking as if it would split Lu Li in two.

Facing the blade, Lu Li narrowed his eyes, shifted his feet, and tried to dodge. However, the curved blade suddenly changed direction, slicing diagonally toward his chest and abdomen, and in an instant, it entered his body.

His clothes were unharmed, but a strange cut appeared on his body.

Lu Li felt a heavy blow and quickly retreated several steps, his face pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Ghostly energy surged from the cut, almost freezing his entire body.

With one strike, Lu Li was injured, and Tuotuo sneered, pulling back the curved blade and swinging it again.

Lu Li struggled to move his stiff body and narrowly avoided the blow. He quickly pulled out a talisman from his pocket and stuck it on himself. The talisman emitted a faint golden light, dispelling the ghostly energy from his body.

After dispelling the ghostly energy, Lu Li spat out a mouthful of blood onto the peachwood sword. The sword flashed with light, which then disappeared.

"Ghostly energy materialized, Tuotuo, you haven't been idle these years."

"Ha ha, if I had known I would meet you again, I would have worked even harder." Tuotuo laughed triumphantly and then looked at Lu Li coldly, saying, "Today, you will die."

The sword and blade clashed again. The peachwood sword, enhanced by the blood, became even sharper and more powerful. One strike, and the black curved blade instantly vanished.

Tuotuo repeatedly restored the curved blade, letting out a series of roars, fighting to the death with Lu Li.

"Swish."

After more than ten rounds, Lu Li finally found an opportunity and slashed Tuotuo's shoulder, nearly cutting him in two.

The ghostly energy surged, and the wound instantly healed.

After another twenty rounds, with Lu Li repeatedly striking his body, Tuotuo's ghostly form gradually became thinner.

Lu Li was also in a bad state. Whenever the curved blade cut or slashed him, his clothes remained unharmed, but his body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, stiff and cold, and even his soul felt frozen.

If not for his thorough preparation and timely use of talismans to dispel the ghostly energy, he would have been dead long ago.

"Ah!"

After healing his wounds again, Tuotuo's eyes showed a mix of shock and anger.

The peachwood sword clearly had a restraining effect on ghostly forms, and his ghostly energy could not cause significant damage to Lu Li. Continuing the battle, the outcome was uncertain. Thinking of this, he suddenly roared, "Beat the drums, attack!"

The ghosts and ghostly generals floating around him all trembled, letting out angry roars, and without hesitation, charged forward, weapons in hand.

Lu Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the peachwood sword, and roared, "Come on. The Tianlang Army, fearless."