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"I had this intention long ago!"
The Rakshasa Demon laughed wildly. "Killing, killing a Spirit Yang Body, truly the greatest pleasure in the world! What could possibly surpass this?"
With that, the Rakshasa Demon charged directly at me like a wild beast. The sound of its footsteps was like drums, sharp and piercing, with an astonishing momentum!
"Brother Xia, let me handle him!!"
Letting Wan take on the fight? Her spiritual power had only just recovered a bit; could she really possess the spirit?
Wan's urgent voice rang out again. "The Rakshasa Demon was once the Master! Its bravery is astounding! Back then, when the Master attacked the Western Lord, he led his cavalry straight to the imperial capital. In every battle, he would Charge to the front, igniting the Master's warriors' blood-red eyes, who vowed to follow him to the death. Even the valiant soldiers of Gaochang feared him greatly; they trembled at his name. Wherever he went, enemies fled in terror, ultimately leading to the complete annihilation of the Western Lord. You cannot withstand this person's skills!"
Letting Wan join the fray?
I hesitated for a moment.
This time...
"What are you still hesitating for!"
Wan suddenly transformed, coldly commanding, "Come on, let's face this together!"
It had to be this way.
Now was not the time for bravado; buying time for Ghost Granny and Zhengyang was the right choice. Otherwise, if the Rakshasa Demon burst into the main hall, with an Evil Spirit and a Rakshasa Demon present, Zhengyang and Ghost Granny would be hindered and unable to act!
Without a doubt, my Dark Malevolent Energy combined with Wan's skills was our strongest combination!
I relaxed my mind and slowly took out the meteorite.
In an instant, an Eerie Energy enveloped my entire body. My form was already occupied by Wan. The moment I opened my eyes, the Rakshasa Demon was less than a meter away from me, launching a domineering punch!
The ferocity of the Rakshasa was something I had experienced deeply before, but this time it was even more intense. As his fist came toward me, I could hear the sound of air exploding before it even made contact. It was clear just how much power was behind that punch!
Perhaps the only word to describe it was astonishing!
Moreover, his speed was incredible. If it were me, I would have found it hard to dodge, but Wan merely tilted his head and evaded the blow. Then, using the hilt of the Hundred Slicing Blade, he struck fiercely at the Rakshasa, landing a solid hit with a loud "bang."
The Rakshasa had underestimated him; thinking he was facing me, he didn't realize that Wan had already been engaging him in a battle of wits. With his guard down, he took a heavy hit and was immediately pushed back.
"Well done! Looks like your hard work paid off!"
The Rakshasa sneered, seemingly undeterred by being pushed back. Like a stubborn piece of chewing gum, he charged back in, fingers poised to grab my neck. Wan let out a cold laugh, stepping back a pace. With a powerful push from his legs, he executed a backflip, delivering a kick to the Rakshasa's chin that sent him stumbling backward several steps!
After two failed attempts, the Rakshasa had lost the initiative in the fight!
Wan showed no mercy; drawing the Azure Dark Sword, he rushed forward and swung his blade!
This time, the Rakshasa had learned his lesson and became much more cautious. He responded with great care, and for a moment, they were locked in combat, exchanging blows in an intense stalemate that made me break out in a cold sweat!
Every move they made concealed deadly intent!!
This was the most perilous game in the world. I had never imagined that martial arts could unleash such formidable power when taken to its extreme.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of blows.
The Rakshasa seemed to lose patience suddenly and withdrew from the fight with disbelief etched on his face. "Impossible! You can't possess such high skills! Every strike is lethal; someone who has been on the battlefield for over ten years and has countless lives on their hands cannot have such abilities!"
"So familiar..."
The Rakshasa shook his head repeatedly as if recalling something. Suddenly, he looked up at me with a face full of resentment. "So that's it! Wan, you actually don't have Soul Shattering! I've remained unmarried all my life waiting for you, yet you disregarded me. In the end, to save your own life, you became this child's Fated Ghost!"
"Can you still recognize me?"
The bowl finally spoke, its voice cold and clear. After that calm and pleasant sound emerged from my throat, I felt an odd discomfort wash over me.
"We have been enemies for a lifetime, clashing countless times on the battlefield. How could I possibly forget your fighting style?"
The Rakshasa lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. He nodded at times and shook his head at others. After a long while, he suddenly muttered to himself, "No, we have been enemies for a lifetime, and I know you very well. As you Han People say, the one who knows you best is not a friend or a parent, but your enemy. I have spent my entire life studying you and know that you are not someone who fears death. Even Soul Shattering would only make you frown for a moment! I deeply understand your fierce nature; otherwise, you wouldn't have rejected the emperor's summons for love all those years ago and taken your own life with a sword. How could you possibly submit to being a mere Fated Ghost after I severely injured you?"
"What is it really about? Let me see!"
The Rakshasa murmured softly before suddenly widening his eyes.
In that instant, there was a strange power flickering in his gaze, as if he wanted to see right through me!
"Yin Marriage!"
The Rakshasa's eyes turned red in an instant. "It's him!!! So this child is him!! No wonder you are willing to become this child's Fated Ghost; it turns out he is the one!"
I am him?
Who is "he"?
Is this "he" the same as the "he" the Rakshasa referred to earlier?
"Shut up!"
The bowl shouted loudly at that moment, then raised the Hundred Slicing Blade and charged directly at the Rakshasa!
"Are you afraid to admit it?"
The Rakshasa Demon roared in anger, "Wretched woman! I have devoted myself to you wholeheartedly, yet you ignore my feelings and give your all to that man. In your past life, you chose to end your life for him, and in this life, you are willing to die for him again, even degrading yourself to become his Fated Ghost!"
The Rakshasa Demon went berserk, his entire being boiling with Eerie Energy. His eyes turned pitch black as he unleashed a powerful punch toward the bowl.
Until now, he had been relying on his martial skills to cope, but this time he unleashed Eerie Energy. With a single punch, the terrifying Eerie Energy surged toward the bowl!
This was lethal Eerie Energy. At my current level, I couldn't possibly withstand the Killing Intent; I was immediately enveloped by it and sent flying!
Pain instantly tore through my nerves!
I felt the pain acutely. In that moment of impact, I regained control of my body and was hurled backward. As I hit the ground, it felt as if my body were being ripped apart. A sweet taste filled my throat, and I opened my mouth to spew out a mouthful of black blood.
I wanted to stand up, but I couldn't.
However, none of this mattered to me anymore. My eyes wandered around in search of the bowl; an ominous premonition rose within me.
Finally, I spotted the bowl mid-air.
At that moment, she had left my body upon being struck by the Rakshasa Demon and charged toward him, coldly declaring, "In this life, our karma must come to an end!"
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