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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
"To think you have some long-range attacks, I underestimated you. Now, take this!" The Scarred Ghost looked at Ye Mingshang with some surprise, then slowly began to chant.
Suddenly, the luminous white sphere in front of him became chaotic, with egg-sized balls desperately pushing outward. It was indeed a light sphere; otherwise, it would have been quite nauseating.
The chaos gradually transformed into an offensive surge, and in an instant, dozens of egg-sized luminous white spheres poured down like cannonballs. The intensity was such that replacing the light spheres with a Gatling gun would not feel out of place.
However, would Ye Mingshang really be defeated by such an onslaught? The answer was certainly no. Those who did not understand Ye Mingshang might think so, but those who did would scoff at such an attack.
Ye Mingshang remained calm in the face of the dense barrage resembling cannonballs, a light smile on his lips. Unhurriedly, he took out a Five Emperor Coin from his pocket and quickly transformed it with both hands, leaving behind a series of phantoms.
"By the power of the land god, I summon the spirits from the realm of the living and the dead; let there be no pause for those who have achieved merit—name written in Shangqing!"
As the incantation concluded, Ye Mingshang lightly flicked the Five Emperor Coin to the ground. Instantly, the coin emitted a flash of light, and a golden barrier enveloped a two-meter radius around Ye Mingshang.
"Boom!" The dense luminous cannonballs fell like raindrops, creating a series of terrifying explosions that kicked up clouds of dust and obscured the scene.
The barrage continued for over ten seconds before gradually subsiding. The light spheres in front of the Scarred Ghost had been nearly exhausted, and his already pale face looked even more ghastly; clearly, using such a powerful technique had taken a significant toll on him.
The three spectators watching from a distance were all wide-eyed in astonishment.
"Such a powerful attack; Brother Ye won't be harmed, will he?" Lin Qianqian asked anxiously.
"Surely not; hasn't that Fellow always been very confident? There shouldn't be any problem," Lin the Old Man replied, though his tone lacked conviction and he clearly held little hope.
"But that attack is just too frightening! It's just like cannonballs! How can a human withstand that?!" Lin Qianqian's face was filled with worry, and she did not feel reassured by her grandfather's words.
Joan was shocked but knew Ye Mingshang's strength well enough not to worry. Seeing Lin Qianqian fret over her master made him feel somewhat envious. He spoke to comfort her, "Don't worry; Master is not someone this Fellow can harm."
Although still concerned, Joan was after all Ye Mingshang's disciple. Though he did not admit it outright, their conversation indicated they shared a close bond, and at this moment, Lin Qianqian also believed Joan's words.
In contrast to their calmness, thousands of viewers in the live stream were anything but calm. With so many people present, one comment could fill the screen.
"Wow! This guy's offensive is insane! It feels like Sylvester Stallone wielding a Gatling gun!"
"That's right, it's still the Cannonball version."
"What happened to the Expert? Is he done for?"
"Who knows? This thing can shatter stones just like Cannonball; how can a human body withstand that?"
"I didn't expect this Scarred Ghost to have such profound cultivation. If I were to face it, I might also be defeated."
"Is that Daoist Senior upstairs? How do you see the Expert's situation? Can he win?"
"It's not looking good. At most, I can only survive under this Fierce Ghost. Although this young man has impressive skills, he's still young, and even with extraordinary talent, he might not escape this predicament!"
"With such good qualifications, if he focuses on cultivation for another ten or twenty years, he could probably eliminate this Monster with one hand."
"What a pity..."
In the live broadcast room, whether they understood or not, old-timers or newcomers alike were not optimistic about Ye Mingshang; some even thought he had already met with disaster. After all, the scene was too shocking and completely overturned everyone's perception. To many, while ghosts and monsters were powerful enough to slaughter ordinary people, they were still like those transparent beings in TV shows that harmed others through possession. Even physical attacks weren't very strong; an ordinary person with enough courage could deal with them if they had a Fellow.
Who would have thought that this ghost could be so powerful? Who could withstand an attack like Cannonball?
However, just as everyone was speculating and losing hope, a magnetic Male Voice pulled their attention back.
"Is this your ultimate move? It's not that impressive!" A teasing voice emerged from the smoke, deep and uninjured.
The Scarred Ghost's pupils constricted, filled with fear. That last move was his life-saving technique; it would take years to recover from its consumption, yet it seemed to have caused no harm to the opponent?
"Alright, let's not waste time. Let's end this boring battle quickly." Ye Mingshang's cold voice echoed leisurely as a gust of wind seemed to blow outward from him. The swirling winds dispersed the smoke, revealing Ye Mingshang within a golden shield—completely unharmed!
The Scarred Ghost was shocked, the Lin Clan Ancestors and Descendants were shocked, and the viewers in the live broadcast room were all stunned.
"He wasn't injured at all? That's too strong!"
"What is that golden light shield? It looks so impressive!"
"That seems to be the Ancestral Land Spell, right? Can such a basic spell really withstand this kind of attack?"
"Excuse me upstairs, what is the Ancestral Land Spell?"
"The Ancestral Land Spell is the most basic defensive spell in Taoist Sect magic. It is activated using ancient coins, typically the Five Emperor Coins. This spell can generally block an Evil Spirit, and its effectiveness depends on the strength of the user. Many experts from the Taoist Sect also use this spell."
"Wow! Master Brother is amazing! Are you still accepting disciples?"
"Expert, I want to have your child!"
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Ye Mingshang bent down and gently picked up a Five Emperor Coin, putting it in his pocket. It was evident that there was already a shallow crack on the coin. This was the damage caused by that ghostly technique. In fact, ordinary Five Emperor Coins would not possess such power; even Six Emperor Coins wouldn't suffice. However, these coins had been carried by Ye Mingshang and had absorbed some spiritual energy due to his magical influence. Each time he used them, he would retrieve them afterward. With repeated use, their power grew stronger over the years, making each coin a decent magical tool.
"Now let me end this battle." Ye Mingshang's expression was cold, and his voice was filled with a kind of irresistible authority.
"Flame Flying Light Jade Maiden, Thunderfire General, Fire Crow Fire Horse, Fire Cloth Universe. Fire Bell Deity, burn the evil spirits. Urgent Order!"
Ye Mingshang threw out a talisman and quickly formed hand seals, leaving behind a series of phantoms. The talisman actually floated in mid-air without falling to the ground. As the spell was cast, flames ignited on the talisman. When the talisman burned down completely, the flames did not dissipate but remained suspended in the air, creating a frenzied and scorching aura that made the Scarred Ghost's expression tense.
"Forgive!" Ye Mingshang pointed with his hand, and the flames immediately transformed into a Flying General. In mid-air, it expanded continuously and morphed into a large bird engulfed in blazing fire, resembling a phoenix from mythological tales.
"Damn it!" The Scarred Ghost felt a sense of crisis from the flames and did not hesitate to turn around and flee.
However, his speed was greatly hindered; it felt as if he were crawling. He could not evade the spell's attack at all.
"Ah!" Unsurprisingly, the flaming phoenix caught up to the Scarred Ghost and reverted to a mass of raging fire that enveloped him entirely.
Ghosts and Evil Entities fear flames above all else, especially when they contain pure Yang magical power. Under the scorching flames, the Scarred Ghost let out a miserable wail that echoed across the land.
What a tragic scene! Even though the opponent was a ghostly creature, everyone present felt discomfort and experienced an overwhelming sense of pain just from witnessing it.
The Scarred Ghost also fell from the sky, rolling in pain and letting out continuous, haunting screams. If this continued, it wouldn't take long before it would be completely destroyed. However, Ye Mingshang had no intention of prolonging the suffering; after just seven or eight seconds, he withdrew his spell.
As the flames receded, the Scarred Ghost gradually stopped struggling. Its current state was tragic; it was no longer recognizable as a human. Its face was burned beyond recognition, and half of its body was nearly gone, with its originally pale skin now charred black.
If a human had suffered such severe injuries, they would be dead beyond recovery. But after all, it was a ghost. Although the injuries looked terrifying, they were not fatal; it simply needed a long period of recuperation.
Ye Mingshang approached and pulled out a Spirit Talisman from somewhere. However, this Spirit Talisman was not yellow but green and appeared somewhat transparent.
"Sorrowful Long Night's Suffering, Heat Disturbance in the Three Paths; Raging Flames Erupt from the Throat, often thinking of hunger and thirst; sprinkle Sweet Dew, like refreshing coolness; sprinkle Dharmic Water, the soul ascends to great bliss; sprinkle Compassion Water, nourishing all."
Gently waving the talisman paper, the green talisman emitted points of light. The light was not glaring but rather soft, resembling fluorescence.
As Ye Mingshang waved the talisman paper, the soft glow evenly sprinkled onto the Scarred Ghost's body and disappeared. With the infusion of light, a miraculous scene unfolded. The once horrifyingly damaged ghostly body began to visibly recover at a slow pace.
As it healed, the special talisman gradually dissipated. By the time the last remnants of the talisman vanished, the Scarred Ghost's injuries had mostly healed. For an Evil Spirit, there was no such thing as unconsciousness; despite having been severely injured earlier, its consciousness remained clear. It could distinctly feel the comfort that came with the light entering its body, akin to parched land receiving much-needed rain.
With its injuries healing, the Scarred Ghost floated lightly into the air, three feet above the ground, gazing at Ye Mingshang with complex emotions. It didn't know whether to hate or thank this person. After struggling for a moment, it let out a slow sigh.
"Follow me."
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