Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

Chapter 486 Crane: Break!

Seeing that Uncle Nine had already taken action, the other Taoist priests dared not slack off and followed suit, each displaying their own unique skills. In an instant, various colors of light shone brightly in the arena, some gold, some green, some blue, and some purple, the colorful spiritual light intertwined to form a dazzling light curtain.

However, faced with the Taoist priests' serious and prepared stance, the Netherworld Ghost King merely gave a disdainful sneer.

Immediately afterwards, it swung its wide sleeves, and in an instant, an extremely powerful dark force surged out like a flood bursting its banks, sweeping towards the shield that the Taoists had worked together to support with overwhelming force.

With a few "pfft pfft pfft" sounds, several Taoist priests coughed up blood, and their shields shattered.

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"what!"

Many Taoist priests coughed up blood, their faces filled with disbelief.

The other ghost kings chuckled upon seeing this.

Among them, the Ghost King Cai Ao grinned, his blood-red maw wide open, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell: "You bunch of Maoshan Taoists, you usually think you're so high and mighty, believing that you can subdue demons and monsters just by learning some trivial Taoist magic. Look at you now, you're as fragile as ants in front of us."

The Ghost King Cai Niaokun, standing nearby, joined in the commotion, his sharp claws waving in the air with a piercing whistling sound: "Hehehe, hahaha, I thought he was some kind of formidable character, but he's just all show and no substance."

"Exactly! They thought it was some kind of trick, but they really thought it was a big deal!" Cai Bi Gui Wang chimed in.

For a moment, the eight ghost kings started talking all at once, mocking the Taoist priest of Maoshan for his dish.

Just then, Mao Xiaofang, who had been silent all along, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Even if it costs me my life, I will not let you evil spirits run rampant."

The ghost kings laughed even more wildly upon hearing this, and the leader, the Netherworld Ghost King, stepped forward, his enormous figure enveloping the crowd: "Then let me see what else you have to offer, you pathetic fellow."

But Mao Xiaofang remained unmoved and silently took out a talisman from his pocket. The talisman faintly exuded a mysterious aura, as if it contained powerful energy. The laughter of the ghost kings stopped abruptly, and a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes.

Uncle Jiu and Mao Chunhua also took them out.

These talismans were drawn for them by Chizuru, who said they could withstand an attack from the Demon King.

Upon seeing these talismans, the Ghost King of the Underworld smiled and waved his hand.

All the talismans exploded.

"what!"

Mao Xiaofang was shocked; he hadn't expected the talisman to be so vulnerable!

Wasn't it said that it could withstand the Ghost King?

Could it be that the black-robed man before us is not the Ghost King?

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"Hehe, you don't need to wait anymore. I understand you're waiting for Qianhe, but with me here, his arrival is useless!"

The Ghost King spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone eerie.

The other Taoist priests' expressions changed upon hearing this.

But they still believed in their sect leader, Qianhe.

"Use ghostly energy to obliterate their Taoist aura!" The Netherworld Ghost King nodded.

The other ghost kings nodded in agreement.

Then, an even stronger ghostly aura surged from the group of ghost kings. This ghostly aura intertwined and transformed into black ghostly hands, pressing down on the crowd.

Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang took out a huge Bagua mirror and began to shine it on.

But as soon as the Bagua mirror shone, it exploded.

It was directly blasted away by the Netherworld Ghost King from a distance.

Just at this critical moment, a figure sped across the sky like a shooting star.

But before anyone could see, a voice rang out from the sky.

"Ghost King? Is he very strong?"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked up and saw a figure standing in the sky.

It was Chizuru!

He slowly descended and landed next to the Taoist priest from Maoshan.

All the Taoist priests were overjoyed upon seeing this, but before they could speak, Qianhe calmly uttered a single word.

"break!"

He then unleashed a powerful punch towards the void where the countless ghostly hands were located.

This punch seemed to carry the power of the universe and stars, the wind from the punch whistling past, distorting and deforming the space itself.

The surging ghostly hand vanished instantly, as if encountering an intensely hot sun, leaving not a trace behind.

Chizuru's power was like a surging tsunami, shattering the demonic energy with overwhelming force.

Cai Ao, Cai Bi, Cai Niao, Cai Xu, and the other eight Ghost Kings stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

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They never expected that Chizuru's attack would directly break the combined forces of the eight demon kings!

It broke very easily!

Even the Netherworld Ghost King was somewhat surprised. He never expected that Qianhe would have such powerful strength. The originally certain victory situation had now undergone a dramatic change.

It was broken with just one move!

That was so decisive and efficient!

Chizuru stood with her hands behind her back, her cold gaze sweeping over the demon kings as if scrutinizing a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

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