Chapter 862: Troublesome Little Ghost

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Troublesome Little Ghost

"Trying to run?"

Yang Cheng’s eyes turned cold, and the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, straight towards Yin Wujiang’s back.

Yin Wujiang sensed the murderous intent from behind, his figure flickered, narrowly dodging it, but the blade of the Moon Golden Wheel still grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep bloodstain.

A burning pain emanated from the wound, with black blood continuously seeping out. Yin Wujiang gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and continued to run forward.

He formed seals with both hands, muttering under his breath, and his speed suddenly accelerated, his figure flitting through the graveyard like a ghost.

Yang Cheng did not waste words, directly activated the Snake Shedding Skill, and his figure turned into a plume of white smoke, disappearing from the spot.

The next second, he was already in front of Yin Wujiang, unleashing the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm with full force!

Yin Wujiang, unable to evade, could only take it head-on.

Boom!

The two palms collided, sending Yin Wujiang flying backward, heavily crashing into a tombstone. The stone shattered, and he spat a mouthful of black blood, his face as pale as paper.

"Young brat, you..."

"Old Yin, today is your death day!"

Yang Cheng did not give any chance to breathe, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, straight for Yin Wujiang’s throat.

Madness flashed in Yin Wujiang’s eyes. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spurting a mouthful of vital blood, which formed a blood crimson barrier in mid-air, blocking the Moon Golden Wheel.

At the same time, he waved, and a small figure darted out from behind him, rushing towards Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng focused his gaze, his heart sinking rapidly.

The child was dressed in white clothes, face as pale as paper, eyes vacant, with a strange smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Yin Wujiang had even refined a child into a Ghost Corpse!

"Young brat, let me show you my little ghost!"

Yin Wujiang laughed hideously, formed seals with both hands, and manipulated the little ghost to rush towards Yang Cheng.

The little ghost moved extremely fast, almost too fast to see, reaching Yang Cheng in the blink of an eye.

Yang Cheng instinctively retreated, but the little ghost was relentless, spreading its arms, lunging directly at him.

Yang Cheng sidestepped to dodge, slapping his hand out in return.

However, the little ghost’s body was extremely nimble, flipping in mid-air to dodge the palm force, lunging at him once more.

"Died too soon after birth, resentment too intense, refined into a Ghost Corpse after death, resentment multiplied. Be careful not to let it bite you!"

Feng Jiuge rushed from the side, stabbing a short blade towards the little ghost’s back.

The little ghost seemed to sense danger, twisting its body to avoid the short blade, meanwhile reaching out, grabbing Feng Jiuge’s wrist.

Feng Jiuge’s face changed, wanting to break free, but found the little ghost’s strength astonishing. Her wrist felt clamped like iron pincers, unable to break free.

The little ghost opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, aiming to bite Feng Jiuge’s wrist.

Bam!

Yang Cheng struck the little ghost’s chest with a palm, knocking it back a few steps. Feng Jiuge took the opportunity to break free, though five blue-purple finger marks were left on her wrist.

"Why is this little ghost so strong?"

She shook her wrist, her face somewhat grim.

Yin Wujiang laughed smugly, "Young brat, weren’t you quite the fighter? Can’t even handle a little ghost?"

Yang Cheng ignored him, tightly focusing on the little ghost in front of him.

The little ghost lunged again, this time not just simply attacking, but exhibiting some strange techniques, moving erratically and unpredictably.

Yang Cheng struck multiple times, yet the little ghost cleverly evaded each attack, its movement technique vastly superior to any previous Ghost Corpses, akin to a miniature assassin.

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, again biting his finger, smearing the blood in his palm.

When the little ghost lunged again, he did not dodge but reached out and grabbed the little ghost’s wrist.

Sizzle!

The blood meeting the little ghost’s skin emitted white smoke instantly, with corrosive hissing sounds.

The little ghost screeched in a shrill tone, struggling desperately, but this time Yang Cheng refused to let go, his fingers tightened, blood continually seeping into the little ghost’s skin.

The little ghost’s body began to melt, starting from the wrist, then the forearm, ultimately the entire arm dissolving into a puddle of black water.

Yang Cheng felt some reluctance, after all, it was a child that died young, now refined into a Ghost Corpse, even its remains incomplete.

But if not done, this little ghost would become Yin Wujiang’s murder tool, potentially endangering countless lives.

"Sorry."

He whispered softly, then slashed off the rotted arm with a blade, striking the little ghost’s chest with a palm.

The scorching Palm Force of the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm surged into the little ghost’s body, burning away the malevolent energy left by Yin Wujiang completely.

The little ghost’s body stiffened momentarily, then slowly fell, its vacant eyes seemingly showing a trace of relief.

Yin Wujiang’s face dramatically changed as he felt the connection between him and the little ghost sever, the Ghost Corpse he painstakingly crafted destroyed by Yang Cheng!

"Young brat, I’ll fight you to the death!"

He roared, forming seals with both hands, the remaining malevolent energy in his body surged out frantically, forming a black vortex around him.

The vortex grew larger, stronger, sweeping in surrounding dirt and stones, roaring ferociously.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuge’s face changed, "He wants to take us down with him!"

Yang Cheng’s eyes sharpened, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, targeting Yin Wujiang.

But the vortex’s pull was extremely powerful. As soon as the Moon Golden Wheel approached, it was drawn in by the vortex’s force, its speed sharply reduced, unable to get near Yin Wujiang.

"It’s useless!"

Yin Wujiang laughed hideously, "This is a forbidden technique of my Blood Refining Sect. After burning vital blood, my strength will increase threefold. Even if you two join forces, you’re no match for me!"

He abruptly waved his hands, countless black threads spewed from the vortex, like a web, entwining towards Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge.

Yang Cheng invoked the Sun Golden Wheel, enveloping the two in a golden shield.

The black threads entangled with the shield, emitting sizzling corrosion sounds, and the shield’s light began to dim, cracks starting to appear.

"Senior sister, use the Cultivation Technique, transfer your True Qi to me!"

Feng Jiuge immediately placed her hands on his back, her True Qi surging into him wildly.

Their True Qi merged, causing the Sun Golden Wheel’s shield to shine anew, forcibly keeping the black threads at bay.

Yin Wujiang’s face darkened, urging his malevolent energy again, the black vortex spun faster, more black threads poured out, entangling the shield increasingly tighter.

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead, his True Qi depleting rapidly.

This couldn’t continue; Yin Wujiang was burning vital blood and wouldn’t last long, but Yang Cheng’s True Qi was nearly exhausted as well. It was a test of endurance to the end.

"Senior sister, how much longer can you hold?"

"At most, the time it takes to burn an incense stick."

"It’s enough."

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, abruptly retracting the Sun Golden Wheel, and the golden shield instantly disappeared.