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Chapter 1838 - 1049: I Predicted Your Prediction (Part 2)
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Chapter 1838: Chapter 1049: I Predicted Your Prediction (Part 2)

As the facts proved, the Ghost Lantern couldn’t see through this guy, at least not Yang Xiao at this stage. He was solely relying on the loopholes in Beiyu Ye’s identity to unveil his real identity.

Before the fight even began, his trump cards were completely seen through by the opponent. How on earth could he fight now?

It was only at this moment that Yang Xiao finally realized the horror of this ghost. Truly deserving of being Taoist Sect’s supreme treasure, breaking through this Secret Realm seemed nearly impossible.

"Uh... Senior, this is a misunderstanding. I’ve always admired you. How about this, you keep this body after the possession and let me go. Once outside, I’ll trick a few more interesting guys in for you; there are many experts outside!" To survive, Yang Xiao shamelessly tried his luck like a desperate scammer.

But Beiyu Ye shook his head and used his actions to crush Yang Xiao’s hopes of survival.

Beiyu Ye crushed the Jade Scroll and placed the Elixir into his mouth. He tilted his head back, swallowed hard, and consumed it.

Soon, Beiyu Ye’s complexion turned flushed, his eyes bulged uncontrollably, the veins on his forehead stood out, and his spiritual power level kept rising.

Previously, Yang Xiao had asked Elder Sheng about the Elixir, which he could consume to suppress the elder sister. He wondered about its effects on someone else since it was originally refined by the Dharma Sect for Elder Sheng.

Elder Sheng told him that most apostles who consumed it would agonize, and there’s some chance of dying on the spot, especially low-level apostles. But a few gifted ones would see a significant increase in power, not as exaggerated as his own, and Beiyu Ye was evidently one of the latter.

Realizing that he brought an Elixir in for the Source Ghost to consume, enhancing the opponent’s strength, Yang Xiao almost spat out old blood in regret, wishing he could slap himself twice. How could he strengthen the enemy at the last moment!

Now, with the protection from the Jade Scroll gone, Yang Xiao felt like the sky was falling and his life was utterly bleak.

Yang Xiao’s biggest wish now was for Beiyu Ye to fail to digest the Elixir and die immediately.

Reality gave him a harsh slap. This guy was indeed extraordinarily gifted, his power rapidly increasing from near-peak of Ghost Level to actual peak, and then surpassing it, finally breaking into the Half-step Nether Realm.

When the intense aura ceased, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

As Beiyu Ye opened his eyes again, a vast aura spread out, although not very stable, Beiyu Ye now possessed spiritual power levels beyond those of a Half-step Nether Realm Envoy.

"Damn it..." Yang Xiao instinctively took a step back, knowing that today’s matters were unlikely to end well.

With his skills, he might have been able to attempt resistance at peak Ghost Level, but now at the level of Half-step Nether Realm, he was utterly helpless.

Even escaping was impossible. Moreover, this entire area was the Source Ghost’s territory; where else could he flee?

Even if by luck he escaped, once the Secret Realm’s time ended, he would still face death.

"Sister, my dear sister, come out and save me!!" Yang Xiao mentally screamed for his elder sister’s help.

But perhaps previously offending the elder sister left her upset, not a single response came, leaving Yang Xiao bewildered.

"You were the one who brought me in for treasure hunting, but when danger arises, you leave me hanging. You must take responsibility, untrustworthy woman!" Yang Xiao cursed in frustration.

Yet cursing wouldn’t solve anything, for Beiyu Ye had already digested the Elixir and started attacking him directly. This time, Beiyu Ye didn’t even manipulate the two puppets, opting to strike personally.

Beiyu Ye held a large nail, wooden, seemingly crafted from peach wood, a foot long, and this was the first time Yang Xiao saw such a thing, presumably Beiyu Ye’s ultimate weapon.

Beiyu Ye pointed the peach wood nail at him, sending it lightly yet harnessing terrifying strength. Yang Xiao couldn’t evade quick enough, and his clothing got brushed, the next moment, a horrendous scene unfolded. Although Yang Xiao escaped unharmed, at the position he stood at, an imprint of a red figure was left.

A little girl was there, her spine removed, now skewered by an ethereal peach wood nail, pinned to the spot.

It was the red girl from the Human Bone Staff, as well as severing Yang Xiao’s connection with it, Beiyu Ye’s move disabled one of his Magic Artifacts.

And that was just the beginning; within less than a minute, four of Yang Xiao’s Magic Artifacts were obliterated, even the Mirror Ghost was nailed to the ground.

If this continued, it would all be over. Yang Xiao decided to retaliate while he still had the chance.

He knew Beiyu Ye’s martial arts were terrible, so he aimed to engage in close combat, but Beiyu Ye entirely denied him the opportunity, with two puppets guarding him securely, Yang Xiao’s close-range abilities stood no chance against two High-level Puppets, indifferent to pain.

After losing critical Magic Artifacts: the Human Bone Staff, Ring-Headed Saber, Soul-Capturing Mirror, Yang Xiao found himself unable to break through the defense formed by the two puppets, possibly not even getting close before his head was smashed in by a puppet.

Despite Beiyu Ye’s clear advantage, he remained very cautious, always staying hidden behind the two puppets, using the peach wood nail for ranged attacks, destroying Yang Xiao’s Magic Artifacts one by one.

Supposedly Yang Xiao had several Magic Artifacts, replace him with anyone else, this battle would have ended long ago, an apostle without Magic Artifacts was just an ordinary person.

Yang Xiao realized what Beiyu Ye worried about. The latter probably predicted he had a trump Magic Artifact, the Ghost Sleeve Robe from the Taoist Great Demon, wary of getting close for a life-and-death battle.

Although the Ghost Sleeve Robe’s capabilities were potent, its limitations thwarted Yang Xiao from easily dealing with experts like Beiyu Ye. To ensure an effective strike, he had to get close; otherwise, it was futile.

And he would likely get only one chance, which forced Yang Xiao to be extremely cautious.

Soon, two more Magic Artifacts were destroyed, Yang Xiao couldn’t hold back. Seizing an opportunity, he surged forward, hitting against a puppet’s fist and in exchange for an arm getting smashed, he managed to find a gap between the two puppets, rushing close to within three meters of Beiyu Ye, who, unsurprisingly, raised the peach wood nail at him again.

The next moment, Yang Xiao unleashed the retaliatory force of the Ghost Sleeve Robe, but what happened next plunged him into utter despair. The peach wood nail’s capabilities were preempted by the white handkerchief.

The handkerchief’s power was theft, and in this way, Yang Xiao plucked a chocolate-flavored milk stick from Beiyu Ye’s pocket.

Closely following was the peach wood nail’s attack, this time directly nailing the Taoist Great Demon.

In a flash of urgency, Yang Xiao detonated the Ghost Lantern to temporarily repel the two puppets, otherwise fleeing unscathed would’ve been impossible.

Although he retreated, coldness surged within Yang Xiao, eyeing the Taoist Great Demon nailed to the ground, he knew that his last trump card was gone.

This ghost was terrifying, he was entirely transparent before it, which understood all of his tricks, long preparing for them.

There was only one plan left. Resolutely, Yang Xiao turned and fled, targeting the Taoist Temple, the Zhenxuan Temple.

He gambled that the temple wasn’t a dead end, considering that the ghost foresaw everything, might there be a possibility that the disguise of Jiu Shan Sha Yue and even the reveal of Beiyu Ye were among the ghost’s schemes, all within its plan, deliberately showcased for him to see and subsequently revealed.

The supposed dead-end of the temple was the ghost’s guided conclusion, all was a trap, a lie!

Had it been before, Yang Xiao wouldn’t dare gamble, but now he was devoid of reservations, seeing himself as practically cornered.

"I can only gamble now!" With swift strides, Yang Xiao vanished into the dense forest.

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