Chapter 675: Chapter 199: The Taoist Priest Draws His Sword at Night! Slaying Until No Armor Remains! (Huge Chapter, please subscribe) -2

The overwhelming yin energy dropped the surrounding temperature significantly, as if billowing, ash-grey smoke was rushing towards Fan Wu.

Seeing this scene, Fan Wu cracked a smile and even found the leisure to comment on these evil ghosts, "The noise seems impressive, but the speed is just too slow."

Having said this, Fan Wu didn’t draw his Demon-slaying Sword but instead threw a punch straight ahead.

This punch exploded the air in front of him, and the surging airflow sent the two approaching evil ghosts flying.

They hadn’t even come within ten steps of Fan Wu before they were blasted away.

Immediately afterward, Fan Wu turned and swept his leg out.

The kick, like a slash from the Demon-slaying Sword, created crescent-shaped ripples in the air and cleaved an evil ghost approaching from behind in two.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" The evil ghost that was sliced in half let out a piercing scream as both its halves were flung backwards.

Suddenly, Fan Wu supported himself with his left hand to the left and his right hand to the right and astonishingly blocked the attacks from two evil ghosts on either side.

Under the disbelieving gaze of the two ghosts, Fan Wu grabbed one of their hands each and, like spinning a windmill, flung both evil ghosts away.

The two evil ghosts were spun into the trees, even though they were souls and spirits.

They looked extremely miserable,

but they weren’t seriously harmed.

"Madman! Meet your death!" An evil ghost suddenly appeared above Fan Wu’s head; its eyes bulged, and it unexpectedly shot two beams of yin energy from its eyes! The two beams turned into arrows and shot straight at the top of Fan Wu’s head!

Fan Wu looked up, opened his mouth, and exhaled.

Those two arrow-shaped yin energy beams were directly blown away by his breath.

The gust of breath even made the evil ghost above unsteady.

The facial expression of the evil ghost above Fan Wu’s head drastically changed.

It hadn’t expected its sneak attack to be utterly useless.

This man could actually react in time, and with a single breath, he’d neutralized its attack.

How utterly absurd!?

Realizing something was amiss, the evil ghost wanted to quickly put some safe distance between itself and Fan Wu. But just as this thought emerged, it suddenly found that someone had grabbed its ankle.

It was truly hard to imagine how a person could physically grab hold of its ghostly form.

If the person’s palm had shown fluctuations of mana, that would have been understandable, but the problem was... it felt no such fluctuations of mana from Fan Wu’s hand.

This was truly beyond absurd!

Fan Wu, who had grabbed the evil ghost’s ankle, slammed it onto the ground like a dead dog. The very earth cratered under the impact of the ghost’s body.

Such a hit, in reality, couldn’t cause much damage to the ghost’s spirit body either.

However, as he slammed the evil ghost to the ground, Fan Wu’s foot had already stomped down.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" The ghost let out a scream on the spot as its lower half was crushed to pieces by Fan Wu’s foot.

Intense agony overwhelmed it, making it scream uncontrollably.

But its screams didn’t last long, as Fan Wu’s foot had already landed on its head.

Bang!!

Silence befell the scene at once.

"This guy... damn it!" A distant evil ghost that had been sent flying earlier had struggled to its feet, and its horrifying face was filled with shock.

It had encountered living people before, and it had met many, even having come across quite a few cultivators, but those cultivators already had died at its hands.

Among the many cultivators it had killed, none of them made it feel as terrified and horrified as Fan Wu did.

This man...

was a monster!

He was among the Demons and Devils!

Even if one wasn’t afraid to die, nobody would want to die at the hands of such a man. Because even an evil ghost can feel fear. Once fear takes hold, the desire to flee kicks in.

It...

wanted to run!

But before the ghost that intended to flee could turn and escape, a voice rang in its ear like a death knell, "Are you thinking of running away?"

The pupil of the evil ghost constricted instantly.

Splat!!

A giant iron fist pierced through its chest. The vitality and fiery yang energy coming with the fist made its spirit body tremble incessantly.

Agony struck instantly!

Then, it saw Fan Wu grabbing its left shoulder, and the hand that had pierced its chest was pulling to the right... was he going to tear it apart?!

As this horrifying thought surfaced, an intense sensation of being ripped apart flooded its mind.

Fan Wu actually tore an evil ghost in half with his bare hands!

Watching it disintegrate into nothingness!

Perish!

None of the evil ghosts sent by the Myriad Sons Ghost King were a match for Fan Wu.

In less than the duration of half a cup of tea, nearly ten powerful evil ghosts had fallen to Fan Wu’s hands—all had been shattered to pieces.