Chương 1275: Chapter 66: The Eight-Armed Ghost and Absolute Terror

Yang Dawei's eyes flickered with a murderous, frigid glint.

"Kid," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice, "I originally intended to use you as a temporary decoy to draw away those Corpse-Controlling Gu. But since you are so ungrateful and refuse to see reason, I have no choice but to strike you down here. I cannot risk you escaping and spreading rumors about what transpired today!" Reyn arched an eyebrow, his expression remaining entirely composed. He let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"I happen to share the exact same sentiment, Daoist. To prevent any 'cold arrows' from being shot at my back in the future, I absolutely cannot allow you to leave this place alive either." Yang Dawei's fury reached a boiling point, and he laughed in a fit of deranged anger.

"Haha! Good! Excellent! I would truly like to see how a mere brat like you intends to slay me. Do not think that just because you managed to kill Qing Huo, no one in the Purple Mist Sect is your match. Today, I will make you understand the staggering gulf that exists between a commoner and a Favored Son of Heaven like myself!" As he spoke, he slapped his storage bag and retrieved a funnel-shaped magic treasure.

As he infused it with his spiritual power, the artifact began to emit the harrowing wails of vengeful ghosts. A thick plume of black mist erupted from the funnel, coalescing into a monstrous entity over two zhang tall. It was a hideous ghost with a green face and bared fangs, possessing eight arms that gripped a saber, sword, spear, shield, axe, battle-axe, halberd, and mace. Though manifested from the artifact, its form was so dense and solidified that it appeared physical.

"Go!" Yang Dawei sneered, pointing a finger forward.

"Rakshasa Ghost, tear that skeleton into splinters! Do not be fooled by its size. This Rakshasa Ghost seals the remnant soul of a Golden Core stage Ghost King, refined through secret methods. Though its mind is chaotic, crushing a mere skeleton like yours is child's play! Without this treasure, how much confidence would you have in surviving my wrath? Today, you die!" Reyn's lips curled into a frigid arc. He could sense the volcanic rage radiating from the Shura Secret Bone's consciousness.

This fool's arrogance was about to be met with a rude awakening. Indeed, feeling utterly slighted, the Shura Secret Bone let out a heaven-shaking roar. To send a mere "little ghost" to deal with it and claim it could easily destroy a "tiny" skeleton? This was an insult no ancient bone could endure! Whoosh! The Shura Secret Bone's power erupted in full. It moved with the speed of a falling star, its form a blur of orange light. In less than half a breath, it bridged the dozen-zhang gap.

Its skeletal palms clamped onto two of the ghost's arms with iron-like precision. With a violent heave, it swung the massive entity and slammed it ruthlessly into the earth. Despite the ghost's power—which was barely a step below a true Golden Core Ghost King—it was utterly helpless in the skeleton's grip. It howled in rage, yet could not break free. Boom! Boom! Boom! The Shura Secret Bone was a whirlwind of violence, treating the eight-armed ghost like a common sandbag, repeatedly smashing it against the ground.

Within ten breaths, the ghost's form flickered and grew translucent. Its roars turned into pathetic, weakened whimpers of submission. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. The orange flames in the skeleton's eye sockets flared violently. It pinned the Rakshasa Ghost to the ground once more. Its hand, fingers pressed together like a blade, transformed into a streak of orange light and plunged deep into the ghost's chest.

The entity writhed in agony, its cries filled with absolute despair as it realized it could not escape the Shura Secret Bone's crushing suppression. Simultaneously, surges of abyssal black energy flowed from the ghost's body through the skeletal palms, surging rapidly into the Shura Secret Bone. As the black mist dissipated, the eight-armed ghost's aura withered instantly.

Conversely, the Shura Secret Bone grew uncontrollably excited, letting out low, rhythmic growls as orange light flickered incessantly across its frame. Within breaths, the ghost's form became ethereal and semi-transparent. From the outside, one could clearly see suction-like lines extending from the Shura Secret Bone's palms, ruthlessly piercing the eight-armed ghost's body to forcibly plunder and devour its essence, replenishing its own form. Pop!

With its essence frantically consumed, the ghost grew increasingly transparent. When the final wisp of dark energy vanished, its entire body burst like a bubble on the water's surface, dissipating completely. The orange radiance on the Shura Secret Bone gradually subsided, and a tyrannical aura erupted from within, significantly more powerful than before. Clearly, devouring this eight-armed ghost had brought it immense benefits.

From its appearance to its total annihilation, this eight-armed ghost—possessing power nearly at the Early Golden Core stage—had failed to exert any influence before being utterly consumed by the Shura Secret Bone in a mere moment!

"Mid-Golden Core!" Sensing the aura radiating from the Shura Secret Bone, Yang Dawei's gaze instantly froze. His face twisted with disbelief as he lost control, shouting in shock! Skeletons were typically low-level puppets refined by ghost-path cultivators; they were numerous but generally limited in power, with those reaching the Foundation Establishment stage being exceptionally rare.

Thus, when he first saw the Shura Secret Bone, though Yang Dawei was amazed by its three-zhang skeletal frame, he hadn't taken its strength to heart. This was why he had released the eight-armed ghost directly, intending to slay the skeleton first and then cooperate with it to kill Reyn at the lowest cost. But what was happening now completely shattered his calculations. The Shura Secret Bone he had once looked down upon actually possessed the terrifying power of a Mid-Golden Core cultivator!

"Flee! Flee! Flee!" Yang Dawei instantly abandoned any lingering hope.

"Reyn's cultivation is already formidable, and his divine abilities are bizarre and powerful. My chances against him were uncertain to begin with, let alone now that he has a Mid-Golden Core skeleton. This creature alone is enough to end me!"

"Damn it! This brat is clearly just a disciple of a minor sect in North Yue State; how can he possess such a powerful skeleton!"

"My grievances with Reyn run deep. I previously tried to use Junior Brother Qing Huo to kill him, and today I've shown my murderous intent again. Given his character, he certainly won't leave me a single path to survival!"

"My only option now is to escape. Perhaps then I might find a sliver of life!" Thoughts whirled in Yang Dawei's mind, and in the span of a breath, he had analyzed the situation thoroughly, a look of madness surfacing in his eyes! He pointed a finger at his dantian, and the high-grade Dan Treasure, the Crescent Moon Blade, instantly appeared before him.

"Go!" Yang Dawei pointed forward frantically. The blade transformed into a blurred shadow, booming as it slashed down toward Reyn. After activating the high-grade Dan Treasure, in order to increase his chances of survival, he struck his storage bag repeatedly without hesitation. Seven or eight treasures of various types instantly surfaced before him. Driven by his magical power, they erupted with multicolored divine radiance. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! With bloodshot eyes, Yang Dawei waved his hand violently.

Those seven or eight magic treasures instantly turned into streaks of light, crashing forward with a thunderous roar.