Chapter 684: Chapter 200: The Ghost King as the Buddhist Sect’s Mount? Daoist Priest Fan Will Cut It Down Just the Same! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter for Subscription)_5

Damn it!

How could this happen?!

Not far away.

The Nether Blade Saber General, who had observed this entire scene and heard every sound, wore a dumbfounded expression across its ghostly face.

It couldn’t understand at all why the Ghost King would suddenly show weakness to that man?

It seemed that as soon as the Ghost King heard the man announce his name, his attitude changed?

Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu?

Was he a very formidable figure? Why had the Ghost King’s confidante never heard the Ghost King mention him?

It was confused!

And dumbfounded!

The Ghost King, whom it viewed as an unmatched and awe-inspiringly authoritative figure, had actually revealed such a side. It truly made the Ghost King’s grand image in its mind gradually collapse.

But at this moment, the Myriad Sons Ghost King was no longer concerned with how its brigade generals viewed it.

"If that’s the case..." A fierce light flickered in the Myriad Sons Ghost King’s vast eyes.

Such a look, appearing on the face of the Buddha, seemed particularly jarring.

There was a strong sense of incompatibility.

It bravely attacked Fan Wu once again, and this time, it struck with both palms!

The dazzling golden light had already enveloped Fan Wu completely. The two gigantic palms pressing down carried such immense power that even Fan Wu couldn’t help but regard it a tiny bit more highly.

But only a tiny bit.

Fan Wu, with both hands gripping the saber, hacked towards the two oncoming giant palms!

With such a weapon...

He knew only this one move.

However, this thing... it was rather handy, after all. The saber was long and large, clearly something only a fierce person would wield.

Boom!!!

The collision between the two was even more ferocious than before, and Fan Wu used even greater power this time. His strike met the palms and remarkably, forcefully parried the Myriad Sons Ghost King’s two giant palms aside.

The terrifying power transferred from the palms to the arms and then to the body, causing the Myriad Sons Ghost King’s ten-zhang golden body to stagger.

It was about to topple backward.

"This thing’s quality isn’t too good, huh!" Fan Wu, looking at the saber that had snapped into two pieces, couldn’t help but complain, "It broke just because I used a tiny bit more strength."

He promptly discarded the broken saber and drew the Demon-slaying Sword from behind him!

The smile on Fan Wu’s face remained undiminished.

He bent his knees and leaped!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of the Myriad Purple Ghost King... From this position, Fan Wu could clearly see the face of the Myriad Sons Ghost King, transformed into the Buddha.

And on this shining golden face, there emerged a look of intense shock.

In the midst of shock,

There was fear!

Because Fan Wu moved so swiftly that the Myriad Sons Ghost King had no chance to react. It realized that Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu, as described by the Great Revered One, the Evil God, was several times more powerful than what had been portrayed!

Even...

More than just a few times!

"Wait!" the Myriad Sons Ghost King hurriedly shouted, "This king knows you just want to oppose the Great Revered One, the Evil God! This king knows where He is, He will arrive here in half a month! This king can join forces with you to set an ambush; as soon as that Great Revered One, the Evil God, arrives, we can work together to deal with Him!"

"Thanks for revealing an important message, but as for joining forces... You, with only 177 points of [Power], are not qualified yet!" Fan Wu simply couldn’t be bothered to collaborate with such a creature, especially since he found the Myriad Sons Ghost King extremely unpleasant to look at.

He didn’t know whether it was because of its treatment of ordinary people or it transforming into a semblance of the Buddha, or maybe both reasons were factors.

Of course, the main reason was it was too weak. With such attribute values, even a Divine Envoy sent by the Great Revered One couldn’t compare.

Is this all?

It wants to confront the Great Revered One?

What a joke!

"What... what one hundred seventy-seven..." The Myriad Sons Ghost King didn’t understand the meaning of what Fan Wu had just said, but it could feel a deadly threat.

And it could clearly sense that such a threat was now endangering its own life!

This is bad!

This damn Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu truly wanted to slay it!

Within its mind, a voice kept telling the Myriad Sons Ghost King—why treat someone you have never feared before with such dread? Why, as a Ghost King, are you so afraid of a mere mortal?

But another voice kept warning it—how much longer do you plan to stubbornly persist? You’re about to die, don’t you think about running away?

The two different voices clashed in its mind, leaving it uncertain at this critical moment of life and death.

Until it heard the sound of a sword slicing through the air.

Such a sharp sound jerked it out of its dilemma....and pulled it back to reality.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King, having come to its senses, decided to follow the second thought. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Run away!!!

Although fleeing at such a moment was extremely humiliating, and its prestige would plummet to zero in front of so many of its subordinates, the Myriad Sons Ghost King thought that whether its subordinates would survive was uncertain.