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"Hmph, you really seem to underestimate the Mao Family."
At this moment, Mao Shiba had already revealed his name. Seeing that the shadow remained unmoved, even stepping forward, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and lost his patience.
A cold laugh emerged from the shadow, deep and hoarse. The sound was unsettling, difficult to describe, yet the Mysterious Ghost King seemed to disregard Mao Shiba's words entirely.
Being so blatantly ignored would irritate anyone, especially someone like Mao Shiba, who indeed had some skills. Enraged, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a talisman.
This talisman looked different from ordinary ones; it was purple, inscribed with mysterious characters that danced across its surface.
I couldn't understand the words on the talisman, nor did I recognize what kind of talisman it was, but I could sense that it was not simple.
As Mao Shiba took out the purple talisman, the Mysterious Ghost King suddenly halted in his tracks, standing still as his chilling gaze seemed to fixate on us.
Clearly, he was wary of the talisman in Mao Shiba's hand.
“Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell”
Mao Shiba shouted loudly. In that moment, he appeared imposing, chanting incantations that starkly contrasted with his earlier carefree demeanor.
As he recited the spell, the purple talisman in his hand underwent a transformation.
It suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. I watched as Mao Shiba used his other hand to form a hand seal and lightly stroked downwards over the purple talisman.
It looked as if he was grasping something rather than just air.
However, this seemingly simple action led to an astonishing scene that left me utterly speechless.
At that moment, the purple rune seemed to transform into a dazzling sword, its blade inscribed with mysterious symbols, while arcs of purple lightning danced across its surface like silver serpents.
It looked extraordinarily formidable.
"I didn't expect you to possess the Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell. It seems your status in the Mao Family is quite high," said Mao Shiba, whose actions finally caught the attention of the Mysterious Ghost King lurking in the shadows. The figure paused once more and spoke in a somewhat cold tone, "I have no desire to entangle myself with the Mao Family. I am here for him, so please step aside."
Hearing this, I was taken aback and turned pale as I glanced at Mao Shiba beside me.
Mao Shiba frowned slightly but did not respond.
It was Zhou Zhen who spoke up at that moment, "We cannot let him harm Xiaolin."
Although Zhou Zhen did not explain why, Mao Shiba nodded after hearing this and then cast a glance at me, saying lightly, "Stay close behind me."
I remained silent but felt relieved and obediently moved back a step.
Zhou Zhen also took a few steps back to stand beside me and whispered in my ear, "The opponent is a ghost king. Although the talisman in Shiba's hand is powerful, it can only be used once, so it may not be enough to deal with that ghost king. If there's any danger later, we need to run immediately."
Run? Where could we run to?
I was stunned, not expecting that the radiant purple rune in Mao Shiba's hand, which had transformed into a sword, would be insufficient against the ghost king.
But if that were the case, where could we escape to?
At that moment, Zhou Zhen had already taken my hand and subtly moved us toward the direction of the main door.
I frowned slightly and whispered, "What about him?"
Although Mao Shiba had been cold towards me earlier, I still felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving him behind, especially since he was willing to step in and help me now.
"Don't worry about him," Zhou Zhen said quietly. "He's from the Mao Family. Even if the opponent is a Ghost King, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly against him."
The people of the Mao Family.
Just moments ago, Mao Shiba had been emphasizing his identity as a member of the Mao Family, along with something about the Taoist Nine Meridians. While I couldn't fully grasp it at the moment, I could imagine that a family powerful enough to make even a Ghost King wary had to be significant, and Mao Shiba's status was certainly not simple.
"You want to clash with me?"
The cold, mechanical voice from the shadows echoed again, and it seemed that the Ghost King was beginning to feel anger.
Mao Shiba might not have seemed entirely reliable, but when it came down to action, he surprisingly exuded a sense of dependability. With determination in his heart, he raised the Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell in front of him and firmly declared, "Even if you are a Ghost King, as a member of the Mao Family, I will not back down."
"Very well, then don't say I didn't warn you." The Mysterious Ghost King in the shadows snorted coldly, seemingly resolved to take action.
At that moment, however, Mao Shiba shouted loudly, "Wait!"
"You've thought it through?"
In the shadows, the Mysterious Ghost King paused again. His tone softened as he assumed that Mao Shiba had reconsidered and was preparing to back down.
I furrowed my brows, my face slightly pale as I looked at Zhou Zhen. Just a moment ago, I thought Mao Shiba was quite reliable, but it turned out he had so little backbone.
Zhou Zhen remained silent, also frowning slightly as he glanced at Mao Shiba.
Mao Shiba frowned and asked, "I'm just curious. The energy within the Demon King's Cauldron is indeed powerful, but you are the Ghost King yourself. Why would it still draw you in?"
"Demon King's Cauldron."
In the shadows, the Mysterious Ghost King seemed momentarily taken aback, then spoke in a strange tone, "If it were an ordinary Demon King's Cauldron, I wouldn't care at all. But the one within him is anything but ordinary."
The Demon King's Cauldron within me is not ordinary.
The words of the Mysterious Ghost King were shocking. Not only was I stunned, but even Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba were instantly taken aback.
Then it seemed they realized something, and their gazes toward me revealed a hint of horror. I couldn't quite describe what kind of look that was.
It was incredibly complex, and amidst my shock, I was left utterly confused.
I didn't understand; could there really be distinctions among Demon King's Cauldrons?
Just as Mao Shiba was lost in thought for a moment, the Mysterious Ghost King made his move. Like a gust of wind, he swiftly darted past Mao Shiba.
Mao Shiba reacted quickly. As the Mysterious Ghost King flashed by him, he let out a loud shout and chanted a spell, instantly slashing the Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell toward the shadowy figure of the Mysterious Ghost King.
"Hmph."
A cold snort echoed from the shadows, accompanied by a solid strike of the Purple Lightsaber that fell downwards. The shadow shifted, and I caught sight of a sharply defined Withered Face.
It was the face of the Mysterious Ghost King. Aside from his skin appearing paler than that of an ordinary person, he looked like an average middle-aged man, not as terrifying as I had imagined.
However, at that moment, the pale Withered Face was shrouded in gloom and coldness; Mao Shiba's actions had clearly angered him.
I was only three or four steps away from him. Meeting his icy, merciless gaze made my heart feel like it was about to leap out of my chest, and I trembled uncontrollably.
Although Zhou Zhen stood in front of me, I still felt no sense of safety. Faced with this mysterious ghost king, I didn't believe Zhou Zhen could withstand him.
He turned and coldly glared at Mao Shiba, warning, "This is your final warning. Do not challenge my limits. Otherwise, even if you are from the Mao Family, don't blame me for being rude."
After saying this, he walked directly toward me.
My face turned pale as Zhou Zhen suddenly yanked the Manticore Scale hanging around his neck.
In an instant, a Dragon Roar seemed to resonate within the room, and a phantom silver shadow surged towards the Mysterious Ghost King as if it intended to devour him.
The Mysterious Ghost King let out a cold snort. Dark energy swirled around him as he extended a pale hand to grasp at the silver phantom, unleashing a torrent of Ghostly Energy.
In just a moment, he instead swallowed the silver phantom whole.
With a sharp crack, Zhou Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale as he swayed unsteadily.
I quickly supported him and asked, "Uncle Zhou, are you alright?"
He shook his head, spreading his hands to reveal that the dark, shiny Manticore Scale had already shattered into fine powder.
He said, "I was just shaken by his Ghostly Energy; it's nothing serious. But this Manticore Scale is broken."
It was clear that Zhou Zhen cared deeply about this Manticore Scale.
I was also somewhat shocked. According to Zhou Zhen, this Manticore Scale was taken from a Silver Dragon that had successfully transformed into a giant python; it was no ordinary item. Even Mu Yan was extremely wary of it and would not dare approach when the Manticore Scale was present.
Yet, in front of this Mysterious Ghost King, it had proven utterly powerless.
Having shattered Zhou Zhen's Manticore Scale, the Mysterious Ghost King let out a cold laugh and stepped forward with an even darker gaze.
Meeting his eyes felt like being stared at by a venomous snake, as if I could be swallowed alive at any moment.
Cold sweat trickled down my forehead to the corners of my eyes, causing a stinging sensation that made my eyes ache. Yet I dared not close them; I kept them wide open, as if waiting for death to arrive.
At that moment, Mao Shiba no longer had the Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell, a talisman of great lethality. He steeled himself again, his hands swiftly forming seals as he chanted incantations, stepping forward with determination.
Later, I heard Uncle Zhou say that Mao Shiba intended to summon a deity to combat the Ghost King using borrowed power.
However, the Mysterious Ghost King did not give him that opportunity. With a disdainful snort, he struck out with a palm that sent Mao Shiba flying against the wall with a dull thud.
Without the Purple Thunder Evil Sword Spell, Mao Shiba posed no threat to him either.
I was completely consumed by fear, standing frozen in place, stunned.
Zhou Zhen suddenly burst open the door and pulled me outside. But in the next moment, he met the same fate as Mao Shiba, being violently thrown away, crashing against the wall, blood spewing from his mouth once again.
A chill ran through me as that suffocating feeling began to spread. A pair of pale, powerful hands had already lifted me high off the ground.
What made it even more nauseating was that the Mysterious Ghost King’s head gradually leaned closer to me, exhaling a breath that made me want to gag.
That movement seemed to indicate he wanted to kiss me.
If it weren't for him choking me by the neck, I would have surely vomited everything I had eaten today.
But beyond the nausea, there was an overwhelming sense of fear—fear of death.
As death loomed near, a flash of Mu Yan crossed my mind, and I struggled to call out her name, though it came out faint and unclear.
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