Chapter 682: Chapter 200: The Ghost King is the Buddhist Sect’s Mount? Daoist Priest Fan Will Cut It Down All the Same! (Ten Thousand Word Mega Chapter, Subscription Requested)_3

A ring of visible air ripples spread outwards, destroying all obstacles in their path. Buildings collapsed in an instant, artificial hills shattered with a loud crash, and large trees were uprooted— the scene was truly terrifying.

Not far away, the Nether Blade General clung tightly to the ground, preventing himself from being swept away by the approaching blast.

It could see that the entire temple was suffering unprecedented damage, leveled to the ground by the visible force.

It could also see many evil spirits and minions being shattered by the ring of air ripples.

"How astonishing!" If the Nether Blade General could sweat, he would probably be covered in it by now.

What was even more unbelievable to it was that the Ghost King’s tremendous blow had been blocked by that man?

No!

It wasn’t just blocked!!

The Nether Blade General’s ghostly eyes were now wide open, his face filled with extreme shock. For he saw that the blade of the guan dao in Fan Wu’s hand had actually pierced into the Ghost King’s palm, and deeply at that!

One must know that this guan dao was his, the Nether Blade General’s, personal saber.

Does that mean the man used his saber to injure the Ghost King?

The Nether Blade General was quite panicked.

Because in its heart, the Ghost King was a supreme being, and now its own weapon had injured the Ghost King. Even though the weapon had been taken by someone else, it still felt a part of the blame was on it.

Along with the panic, a surge of rage also rose within it, making it clench its teeth: "Damned culprit! To think he used my weapon to harm the Ghost King!!"

In anger mixed with surprise, it never thought someone could injure the invincible Ghost King.

But tonight, it had seen such a person.

...

In the distance.

A gust of strong wind made Liu Feng almost lose his balance as he looked in the direction from where the wind was coming.

From here, one could vaguely see a flicker of golden light on a mountain peak far away.

That light was like a star in the sky, not particularly conspicuous.

But if one observed carefully, it could still be seen.

It just required a bit of effort to discern.

"What’s that? Is there a wildfire on that mountain?" Liu Feng didn’t realize what had happened there. His face bore a puzzled look, "But it doesn’t seem like a wildfire. It looks more like... some strange object is glowing. And what was with that gust of wind just now?"

"That’s not a wildfire, wildfires aren’t this color," Xing Fengzi, who had arrived at some point leaning on a wooden staff, said.

He was bandaged up, his bandages soaked with bloodstains.

Tonight, he had probably been the one most seriously injured.

After all, he was almost dead.

Xing Fengzi continued, "When I was practicing in the Di Zu Guan, I saw a mountain on fire from a distance. Wildfires are not golden, but more of an orange-yellow tinged red. And there would be some ash that would drift away to distant places."

"If there really was a wildfire far away, the gust of wind that just passed would have brought a lot of ashes and debris over here. But right now, I don’t see any ashes nearby."

"Moreover, if it were a wildfire, the thick smoke rising would block out the moonlight in the sky."

Xing Fengzi spoke gravely, "I remember that the first evil spirit that attacked us came flying from that direction!"

"If I am not mistaken, that place might very well be the main base of the evil spirits!"

Liu Feng was dumbfounded, "The... the main base of the evil spirits?"

How did the conversation suddenly turn to the main base of the evil spirits?

Wasn’t Daoist Priest Xing Fengzi being a bit too anxious? It didn’t seem likely that place was the evil spirits’ main base, right?

But...

The women in this village were like a herd of livestock kept by the evil spirits, and usually, livestock is kept not far from one’s home, right? Doesn’t that mean that the speculations by Daoist Priest Xing Fengzi had some merit after all?

Liu Feng suddenly inhaled sharply, "If that really is the evil spirits’ main base... and Daoist Fan Wu was heading right for it, then doesn’t that mean..."

"Exactly!" Xing Fengzi spoke, "I suspect that the light over there isn’t a wildfire, but a magical battle between Daoist Fan Wu and the evil spirits!"

Liu Feng: "!!!"

"So, that sudden fierce wind that blew over just now, doesn’t that mean..." Liu Feng swallowed hard.

At this moment.

Yun Jiuqing, who had come over unnoticed, answered Liu Feng’s question, "That should be the residual wave from the battle between Daoist Priest Fan and the evil spirit."

"A residual wave?!" Liu Feng was dumbstruck!

Such a battle aftermath could affect this far from where it originated? He almost lost his balance when that strong wind blew past.

He nearly fell to the ground!

How terrifying was that?

But thinking about it being caused by Daoist Fan Wu, it somehow felt eerily reasonable.