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586: Chapter 586 Tell him to come and hit me right now!

Ibaraki Doji spoke, gripping his iron rod tightly, and took a step forward.

As this step landed, the bluestone slabs in the hall shattered with a boom, sending stone shards flying everywhere as the ground shook violently.

Tsuchigumo said nothing, merely slowly rotating its eight long legs, its body leaning back slightly as if gathering strength.

Nurarihyon remained smiling, standing in place with his bamboo staff, looking very much like a little old man.

The auras of the three great ghost generals intertwined and bore down on Ye Chen.

That aura was cold! Decaying! Nauseating! It was like the corpse qi surging from the depths of a grave.

Hattori Senjun lay on the ground; as that aura rushed towards him, he felt as if his blood were about to freeze.

His face was pale as paper, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

It wasn't fear; it was an instinctive reaction of his body.

It was the instinctive fear of a lower life form toward a higher existence, something carved into his very bones.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Chen.

He wanted to see if that arrogant person from the Dragon Kingdom would show an expression of fear before the three great ghost generals.

However.

Ye Chen stood in place, hands in his pockets, not moving an inch.

That cold, sinister aura, which was enough to cause an ordinary person to drop dead on the spot, landed on him like a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

He looked at the three great ghost generals and suddenly laughed.

"Is that it?"

"I thought an Onmyoji could summon something impressive."

"Turns out it's just some little ghosts."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Hattori Senjun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Little ghosts? He called the three great ghost generals little ghosts?

Ibaraki Doji's expression darkened completely, the red light in his eyes surged, and the aura around him became even more violent.

"baka!"

"You, seeking death!"

He roared and raised his iron rod, about to charge forward.

Seimei Kangyue raised his hand, stopping him.

His gaze landed on Ye Chen, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Ye Chen, you are too arrogant."

"Do you think that just because you've studied Daoist arts for a few days, you can deal with the Hundred Ghosts?"

"Let me tell you, your Daoist arts are nothing more than child's play before the three great ghost generals."

Ye Chen looked at him, his smile deepening.

"Is that so?"

"Then watch closely."

He raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger.

Then, he pointed into the void.

No chanting. No hand seals. Not even any unnecessary movements.

Just a casual point like that.

But with just that point, a golden light lit up at his fingertip.

But the moment that light shone, the temperature in the hall rose sharply.

That cold, sinister aura seemed to be dispelled by something and rapidly faded away.

The expressions of the three great ghost generals changed simultaneously.

Seimei Kangyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt it.

The power contained within that golden light was not ordinary Daoist power, nor was it any kind of Daoist art he was familiar with.

It was a kind of... power he had never seen before.

Pure. Vast. Carrying the magnificent might of heaven.

Like the Heavenly Dao itself.

"Impossible..."

Seimei Kangyue muttered to himself, his face deathly pale.

Ye Chen ignored his reaction.

His sword finger moved in the void, stroke by stroke, as if writing a character.

The golden trail remained in the air, neither scattering nor fading, forming a complex talisman.

That talisman, Hattori Senjun couldn't understand, and neither could Seimei Kangyue.

But the three great ghost generals understood it.

Because they felt it.

The power contained in that talisman was specifically targeted at yin entities like them.

It was their nemesis. Their natural enemy. The thing they feared most!!!

"No..."

Ibaraki Doji was the first to break.

He dropped the iron rod in his hand and turned to run.

What dignity of a ghost general! What pride of the Hundred Ghosts! None of that mattered at this moment!

Survival was the most important thing.

But he had only run two steps when Ye Chen finished drawing the talisman.

The final stroke landed.

Ye Chen pointed his sword finger forward and softly spat out a word.

"Exterminate."

As that simple word fell, the golden talisman transformed into a stream of light, shooting out from Ye Chen's fingertip.

Wherever the stream of light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Ibaraki Doji's pupils contracted suddenly, and he opened his mouth to shout, but before the sound could escape, the stream of light had already sunk into his brow.

"Boom!!!"

A muffled sound.

Ibaraki Doji's body stiffened violently.

Then, starting from his brow, golden cracks spread throughout his body, like shattered porcelain.

The cracks grew more numerous and dense.

Finally. "Bang!"

Ibaraki Doji's body exploded with a boom, turning into countless tiny black fragments that scattered in all directions.

Those fragments drifted in the air, and before they even hit the ground, they turned into nothingness.

Nothing was left. Not even the dregs.

"Dead... dead???"

Hattori Senjun's eyes widened like copper bells.

His brain went blank.

Ibaraki Doji, the most vicious ghost general among the Hundred Ghosts... was exterminated by Ye Chen with a single talisman drawing and one word?

Tsuchigumo reacted the fastest.

It saw Ibaraki Doji get insta-killed, and its eight legs exerted force simultaneously, its massive body darting out of the hall at an incredible speed.

It wanted to escape. The farther, the better.

But it had barely darted three zhang when Ye Chen finished drawing the second talisman.

"Exterminate."

Another word.

The golden stream of light broke through the air, precisely sinking into Tsuchigumo's back.

"Boom!!!"

Tsuchigumo's body exploded with a boom, black fragments scattering in all directions.

Just like Ibaraki Doji, not even the dregs were left.

Nurarihyon stood in place, the smile on his face long gone, leaving only a deathly gray.

He didn't run. Because he knew he couldn't escape.

He looked at Ye Chen and knelt down directly, just about to beg for mercy.

As it turned out... Ye Chen glanced at him, and the third talisman was already finished.

"Exterminate."

The golden stream of light sank into Nurarihyon's brow.

"Boom!!!"

Nurarihyon's body exploded, turning into nothingness.

Three breaths. Three talismans. Three words. The three great ghost generals, turned to ashes and smoke.

The hall was terrifyingly quiet. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Seimei Kangyue's mind was completely blank...

The Hundred Ghosts he was so proud of, the three great ghost generals he had spent decades of painstaking effort to tame, hadn't even lasted a single round in front of Ye Chen.

No... they hadn't even had the chance to make a move. They were just insta-killed like that!!!

The most outrageous part was... Ye Chen hadn't even gotten serious.

Run! He had to run!

He took a deep breath, his internal qi quietly circulating, preparing to flee...

However, before he could even lift his foot, Ye Chen's voice drifted over leisurely.

"What's wrong? Are you planning to run away too?"

Seimei Kangyue's body stiffened violently, the expression on his face instantly freezing.

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Seimei Kangyue's face darkened.

"I... did not!"

Ye Chen looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and beckoned with his finger: "Then come on, keep fighting, I'm in a hurry."

Seimei Kangyue's face turned from black to red.

Attack? The three great ghost generals had all been insta-killed; what use would it be for him to go up?

Don't attack? Wouldn't that be equivalent to admitting he was going to run away?

baka!

He couldn't win the fight, couldn't run away, and couldn't even win a war of words.

Why was it so suffocating???

Hattori Senjun lay on the ground, and seeing his master's expression, an inexplicable sense of grief and indignation surged in his heart.

He struggled to crawl up from the ground, stood unsteadily, pointed at Ye Chen, and roared.

"Kid! Don't be so self-righteous!"

"My master has peerless divine abilities, how could he possibly run away?"

Seimei Kangyue heard this, and he felt even worse.

He wanted to scold this stupid disciple, but he couldn't do it directly.

He couldn't exactly tell Hattori Senjun in front of Ye Chen— "You wicked disciple! I was planning to run away! What the hell are you talking about!"

He couldn't. If he said that, he, Seimei Kangyue, would lose all face completely.

But if he didn't say anything, Hattori Senjun's words were equivalent to roasting him over a fire.

Attacking wasn't right, not attacking wasn't right. Running wasn't right, not running wasn't right.

A layer of fine cold sweat seeped from Seimei Kangyue's forehead.

But Hattori Senjun was completely unaware and continued to be impassioned.

"Master! You don't need to lower yourself to the level of this Chinese person!"

"He just happened to learn a little bit of superficial Daoist arts, he is not to be feared at all!"

"You only need to get serious, and you can grind him into powder!"

Seimei Kangyue's face turned even paler.

He really wanted to slap this wicked disciple to death.

Move his finger? Grind him into powder? If you're so capable, you go up!

Ye Chen stood opposite them, watching the performance of this master and disciple, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey you, you have quite a lot of confidence in your master, don't you?"

Hattori Senjun puffed out his chest, looking proud.

"That is only natural!"

"My master is the most powerful existence in Wa Kingdom, has lived for over a hundred years, is proficient in Yin-Yang arts, can control the Hundred Ghosts, and can even communicate with the Yellow Springs!"

"You, a wet-behind-the-ears kid, are you worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as my master?"

Ye Chen nodded and said seriously: "That makes sense, then make your master come and hit me right now."

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