Free Web NovelChapter 1287: Chapter 847: Ghost Fog
Caught off guard, Bo Yetong only had time to turn his head sideways as the spiritual attack directly struck his shoulder, flipping the sofa over. Bo Yetong fell backward to the ground in embarrassment.
Having succeeded with the initial strike, Yang Xiao’s next move was a deadly blow. The Ghost Bamboo Stick angled downwards to slash, and if this strike hit, it would sever Bo Yetong at the waist, plastering half of his body onto the ground.
But to Yang Xiao’s surprise, the Fierce Level Apostle reacted quickly, pushing two girls towards himself while simultaneously drawing the belt from his waist. freeweɓnøvel.com
The belt struggled fiercely like a live snake. The man grasped both ends of the belt and stretched it straight, poised to block Yang Xiao’s strike.
Seeing the two girls stumble forward, their young faces filled with fear, especially the number tags hanging on their chests identical to those in the club Yang Xiao had followed the pink-haired girl into.
The two were innocent, but Yang Xiao was no longer the green novice he once was. Success today not only concerned his own life but also the lives of Sui Chengguo and Tai Wenqin.
His spiritual power did not decline but rather increased; the girls’ bodies were torn like paper in front of the Human Bone Staff. Next would be the Fierce Level Apostle attempting to block Bo Yetong from this strike.
Undoubtedly, this staff, while knocking away his magic artifact, also completely flattened his upper torso, with splattered flesh and blood painting the walls and ceiling.
Furthermore, the residual power of the blow even affected Bo Yetong, grazing his left arm until it was a bloody mess, and two fingers were also sliced off.
Seizing the moment his subordinate created, Bo Yetong sprang back awake, moving swiftly to distance himself before Yang Xiao could deliver a second strike.
In a fit of rage, Bo Yetong gritted his teeth and withstood the severe pain, smashing his right fist into a blue and white porcelain vase nearly as tall as a person, then drew out the Ghost Head Saber hidden inside.
With his spiritual power madly infused, the originally black blade turned blood-red — this was obviously a rare quality magic artifact.
With bloodshot eyes, Bo Yetong yelled at Yang Xiao in the local Myanmar-Tai language, which Yang Xiao couldn’t understand, though he could guess the other was asking who he was and why he was attacking.
Yang Xiao, wearing a mask, naturally did not intend to respond to Bo Yetong’s question. He came today to kill; wasting words was unnecessary.
Yang Xiao swung the Ghost Bamboo Stick and charged again. This was the headquarters of the Gu Sect, and there were still many apostles outside, prolonged battle would not be advantageous for him.
Seeing Yang Xiao not respond, Bo Yetong swung a saber to sidestep a window and yelled for help outside.
He was calling for reinforcements, but Yang Xiao was faster, swinging the staff down, Bo Yetong raised the saber to block, launching their first direct clash.
As a result of this encounter, Yang Xiao was repelled, while Bo Yetong leaned against the wall, his arm slightly numb from the shock.
Through this exchange, both parties roughly discerned each other’s capacity. The terror in Bo Yetong’s eyes subsided greatly, gradually replaced by rage. freēwēbnovel.com
Yang Xiao secretly felt astonished. This guy was even stronger than he had anticipated; their spiritual power levels weren’t in the same league at all.
With some idea of Yang Xiao’s strength, Bo Yetong no longer feared, brandishing the Ghost Head Saber and charging at Yang Xiao.
During close combat like this, the Human Bone Staff was not very useful, especially against an opponent whose spiritual power was vastly superior. Attacks without prolonged charge-up not only were ineffective but also drained himself.
From three or four meters away, Bo Yetong raised the Ghost Head Saber. Yang Xiao did not back down, facing Bo Yetong head-on. One aimed to strike Yang Xiao in half, while the other thrust forward with the staff like a spear, aiming to puncture Bo Yetong’s heart.
Both sides abandoned defense, their eyes filled with the desire to kill each other.
No hesitation could be afforded now; whoever flinched first would die!
Just as the Ghost Head Saber was about to land on Yang Xiao’s head, a figure appeared like a phantom, blocking in front of Yang Xiao.
It was the Mirror Ghost appearing naturally!
Yang Xiao did not summon the Mirror Ghost immediately, worried that the opponent might have tricks left, so he kept a trump card, and now the appearance was perfectly timed!
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, the Ghost Head Saber struck the Mirror Ghost’s armor, sparking countless embers but failing to penetrate the defense. The Demon Sect armor is truly terrifying!
Although it blocked this strike, the Mirror Ghost was still pushed back by the enormous force, and the Ghost Head Saber also had some skill. The connection between Mirror Ghost and Yang Xiao became briefly disrupted, as if disturbed by some mysterious force.
"It’s my turn!"
But it didn’t matter anymore, Yang Xiao rejoiced inwardly; it was merely a fraction of a second’s difference, but Yang Xiao had still won.
With the staff like a spear, he aggressively thrust at the stunned Bo Yetong’s chest, leaving him no room to escape.
This move would take his life!
The idea of a trade-off with him was laughable; who did Bo Yetong think he was to deserve such a thing?
If not for having the Mirror Ghost as a trump card, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to fight this man head-on.
Just as the tip of Yang Xiao’s Ghost Bamboo Stick was about to touch Bo Yetong’s chest, an abrupt change occurred, as if something shoved the stick and then, in an instant, it vanished into thin air.
This scene shocked Yang Xiao tremendously; had Bo Yetong wrested it away, he wouldn’t have been so alarmed. It truly vanished into thin air, in just the blink of an eye.
