Chapter 1075: Chapter 740: My Son Has the Valor of Fengxian
In order to give Yang Xiao a chance for a one-hit kill, Tong Han used another Magic Artifact on him, a severed braid, the end of which was still attached to a wrinkled scalp.
The braid twitched uncontrollably, and the scalp at the end seemed to come alive. In the next second, the figure in the Black Sandstorm appeared to be bound by some force, their body struggling non-stop.
Taking this opportunity, Cen Fengyang manipulated that Magic Artifact net, firmly ensnaring the teacher.
Perhaps knowing it was time to risk everything, Cen Fengyang took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it towards the teacher, adorned with exquisite mandarin duck embroidery.
The handkerchief seemed to be guided by an invisible force, drifting and unexpectedly entering the sandstorm, landing directly and perfectly on the teacher’s face.
"It’s done!" Scoring a hit, Cen Fengyang was overjoyed; he was confident in his Magic Artifact.
He and Tong Han were the main attackers, while Yang Xiao orchestrated from the sidelines. The three of them wielded six Magic Artifacts together, barely suppressing the Ghost.
Although the teacher was still struggling, the Black Sandstorm had weakened. At this rate, they only needed to hold on a little longer to capture this guy.
Seeing this, Yang Xiao withdrew the Green Light and prepared again to summon the Octagonal Cage. However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred; the previously weakening Black Sandstorm surged wildly, and the long hair, net, and handkerchief covering the teacher’s face were simultaneously shaken off.
The sandstorm, carrying the shadowy figure within, charged at Tong Han with great speed. Tong Han had no time to react, and the tattered City God in front of her was instantly torn apart by the sandstorm.
In the nick of time, Yang Xiao swung the Human Bone Staff, smashing towards the figure in the sandstorm from afar.
The figure was hit by the staff, flying horizontally away, and the terrifying sandstorm dissipated instantly. This all happened in a flash.
Before Tong Han could recover, she saw a strange black shadow behind Yang Xiao. The shadow seemed to appear out of thin air, emaciated, short, only the upper body, holding an old wooden wedge, lunging at Yang Xiao’s back with great speed.
Tong Han’s eyes turned blood-red in an instant; they had fallen into a trap. It seemed the previous attack aimed at her was just a feint. The Ghost truly intended to possess the most powerful of them, Yang Xiao!
At this moment, the teacher’s corpse lay quietly on the ground, motionless, merely an abandoned shell.
Now, no words would change anything. Neither she nor Cen Fengyang had the ability to save him, and time was running out.
This scene played out in Tong Han’s eyes like a slow-motion sequence from a movie. She had never felt so desperate; the Black Robed Ghost drew closer to Yang Xiao, who seemed unaware of anything.
meters.
meters.
meter.
Just as the tip of the wooden wedge was less than half a meter away from Yang Xiao’s back, the courtyard was suddenly enveloped in green light, the Ghost Lantern cage state was lifted, and it abruptly exploded.
A strong glare shone on the Black Robed Ghost’s face and body, leaving it nowhere to hide. The next second, a strange wave spread, triggering the long-prepared ability of the Taoist Great Demon.
Still in mid-air, the Black Robed Ghost’s body gave a violent shudder, then its two withered arms holding the wooden wedge broke eerily, and the tip of the wedge immediately turned, stabbing into the Black Robed Ghost’s own heart, as it brushed past Yang Xiao.
"Use your own methods against you; I can do that too." Watching the Black Robed Ghost collapse before him, Yang Xiao revealed a cruel smile.
Long before the three of them besieged the Black Robed Ghost, Yang Xiao had noticed it wasn’t using its full strength. The feedback from the Human Bone Staff confirmed this; although Tong Han and Cen Fengyang were the main attackers, the Black Robed Ghost’s malicious intent was always focused on him.
He was waiting for the opportunity, and so was the Black Robed Ghost. Last night, knowing the power of his Ghost Lantern, Yang Xiao predicted that it would strike at him the moment he used the Green Light Cage again.
The facts proved his judgment correct; to make the act more convincing, the Black Robed Ghost even feigned a strike, acting as if it was determined to perish together with Tong Han.
But fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Honestly, the Black Sandstorm of the Teacher Puppet Apostle was indeed formidable, capable of both attack and defense, at least a Peak of Ghost Level Magic Artifact. If the fight had really dragged on, Yang Xiao and the others wouldn’t have been confident in overcoming it quickly.
But the fault lay in the Black Robed Ghost’s over-calculating mind, always thinking of seizing victory through deceit, only to be outsmarted by Yang Xiao’s feigned vulnerability.
Still, you can’t blame the Black Robed Ghost; after all, no one would expect a good person to be decked out in Evil Magic Tools. It’s likely the Black Robed Ghost had never encountered anything like it before.
Falling victim to its own power, the Black Robed Ghost crashed to the ground, its form slowly disappearing, leaving only a wooden wedge behind.
Meanwhile, "Ten Thousand Immortals Village" also collapsed; in the blink of an eye, the surrounding village vanished.
Yang Xiao and his companions found themselves back in the primordial forest, with the surroundings familiar as their campsite before leaving, beside a long-extinguished campfire and several damp sleeping bags.
It turned out they had never left; when enveloped by the mysterious fog, they had already been drawn into the Ghost’s world.
In the grass ahead, Yang Xiao found the worn, black wooden wedge.
It seemed ordinary enough, but only after truly battling the Black Robed Ghost would one understand the terror of that ghost.
He set down his backpack and took out a specially made metal box, donned silver gloves, and carefully placed the wooden wedge inside.
