395: Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Sword, come forth!

"Thunder Purgatory Hegemonic Body! Activate!"

Boom!

Violent silver lightning instantly erupted from Lei Qianjun's body!

His already burly physique seemed to swell a size, muscles coiling like Dragons.

His skin was covered with a layer of fine silver lightning patterns, making him look like an ancient Thunder God who had walked out of a lightning pool!

The rampant lightning power surged, instantly dispelling the chilling ghostly Qi on the arena!

"Die, you bastard!"

Lei Qianjun roared, lightning exploding under his feet, transforming him into a silver flash of lightning.

With an unparalleled, violent Aura, he punched towards Ghost Seven's face!

Where the punch wind passed, the air crackled with explosive sounds!

Ghost Seven's expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Lei Qianjun to be so violent.

Moreover, he didn't play by the rules at all, not even giving him a chance to speak!

He hurriedly swung his bone sword to block, while retreating rapidly, attempting to create distance.

But Lei Qianjun's Thunder Purgatory Hegemonic Body not only dramatically increased his strength but also gave him astonishing speed!

Like a maggot clinging to bone, he stuck close to Ghost Seven, his fists, wrapped in violent lightning, striking down like a fierce storm!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ghost Seven's bone sword sparked as it was struck, the ghostly Qi on the sword continuously dissipating under the bombardment of the supreme Yang lightning.

He only felt his arms numb, his blood and Qi churning, being continuously forced back by that violent power.

He was in a sorry state, completely at a disadvantage!

"Good! Senior Brother Lei! Beat him up!"

"Well fought! Show him for being so insidious!"

The Yin Yang Sect Disciples watched with surging excitement, cheering loudly.

Seeing Lei Qianjun grow stronger with each blow, each punch heavier than the last.

Ghost Seven was forced to the edge of the arena, on the verge of being blasted off by those violent lightning fists!

It was at this crucial moment, when victory and defeat were about to be decided!

A hint of viciousness and cunning flashed in Ghost Seven's eyes; he suddenly gave up blocking.

A look of terror appeared on his face, and he shrieked at the top of his lungs:

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life—!"

This cry for "mercy" was utterly shrill, filled with "sincere" fear!

Lei Qianjun's violent fist stopped abruptly less than three inches from Ghost Seven's face!

His nature was upright; although angry, when the opponent cried for "mercy".

He subconsciously thought the opponent had surrendered, and his movements involuntarily paused!

It was this momentary pause!

"Whoosh—!"

A dark light, even more sinister and treacherous than before, shot out from Ghost Seven's sleeve without warning!

This dark light was incredibly fast, carrying a pungent stench, aiming directly for Lei Qianjun's vital Dantian!

It was a Bone-piercing Yin Sha Nail, coated with potent poison!

"Watch out!" Cries of alarm rose from below the stage!

Lei Qianjun's internal alarm bells rang wildly! He roared, forcefully twisted his body, and his lightning-covered arm abruptly blocked!

Pfft!

Although the dark light was deflected by his arm, it still grazed his ribs!

The tough protective Lightning Qi Shield and the Magic Robe were easily torn, leaving a deep, bone-visible wound that instantly turned black!

A chilling and malicious poison instantly invaded his body!

"Ah!" Lei Qianjun cried out in pain, his movements pausing once more!

"Hahaha! My hidden weapon is called 'Fellow Daoist, spare my life'! How does it taste?"

Ghost Seven laughed triumphantly, seizing the opportunity to form hand seals.

The black bone sword instantly split into dozens of sinister sword shadows.

Forming a ghostly sword array, trapping the injured Lei Qianjun in the center!

Within the sword array, ghosts howled, and countless resentful spirit phantoms lunged at Lei Qianjun, frantically tearing at his Divine Soul and Vital Energy!

"Utterly shameless!"

"This Flying Sword is called 'Wait a moment', and the hidden weapon is called 'Fellow Daoist, spare my life'?!"

"Does the Nine Nether Sect have no shame?!"

Cries of anger shook the stage! Everyone was furious at this tactic that redefined low!

"Bastard!"

Lei Qianjun was both shocked and enraged; the poison in his ribs and the erosion of the sword array caused him immense pain, and what made him even more frustrated was being played with in such a way!

A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard!

"Mad Blood Secret Art! Break for me!"

Boom!

Lei Qianjun's blood and Qi instantly ignited, and violent lightning power mixed with blood light erupted like a volcanic explosion!

The sinister sword array trapping him let out a groan of unbearable strain under the impact of this violent force.

And was instantly torn open, creating a huge gap!

Lei Qianjun, like a Thunder War God bathed in blood, charged at Ghost Seven again with an indomitable Aura!

He wanted to tear this shameless scoundrel to shreds!

Ghost Seven saw Lei Qianjun fighting desperately, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by viciousness.

While retreating rapidly, he once again shouted sternly, "Sword Come—!"

This cry of "Sword Come" was uttered with righteous indignation, as if he was about to unleash some world-shaking sword art!

Lei Qianjun had suffered two great losses, and upon hearing the opponent's shout, his internal alarm bells rang loudly!

He immediately focused and remained vigilant, his crimson eyes fixed on Ghost Seven, his Vital Energy circulating wildly.

Preparing to face the powerful Flying Sword or strange Magic Treasure the opponent might unleash!

However!

After Ghost Seven shouted "Sword Come," he did not unleash a Flying Sword; instead, he slapped the beast taming pouch at his waist!

"Howl—!"

A ferocious and violent wolf howl rang out!

A colossal “Netherworld Ghost Wolf,” covered in dark scales, with crimson eyes.

Exuding the terrifying Aura of a sixth-tier Yao Beast (equivalent to a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator).

Pounced from the beast taming pouch like a Hell hound, opening its blood-filled maw.

Carrying a foul wind, it savagely bit towards Lei Qianjun's unguarded nape!

"Stop!" White Cloud Master's expression changed, and he was about to make a move!

"Sect Leader Bai!" Ye Wushang's cold voice sounded simultaneously.

"Yao Beast companions are also an indispensable part of a Cultivator's strength!

Does your esteemed sect's Disciples not even have a decent Yao Beast companion? This does not violate the rules!"

White Cloud Master's movements paused, his face turning ashen.

The opponent was right; there had been no explicit rule against using Yao Beast companions before!

This bitter pill had to be swallowed!

Lei Qianjun heard the wolf howl and felt the deadly foul wind assailing his back, his heart.

Filled with a chilling coldness and towering rage!

Damn it! This beast is called "Sword Come"?!

In a hurry, he could only forcefully twist his body, his right fist, burning with blood and carrying residual violent lightning, fiercely smashing towards the pouncing Ghost Wolf!

Boom!

The lightning fist and wolf claw collided fiercely! Violent power exploded!

Lei Qianjun was already injured and poisoned, and had forcibly used the Blood Burning Secret Art; he was now at the end of his rope.

However, that sixth-tier Netherworld Ghost Wolf was fully prepared and extremely ferocious!

Ghost Seven, at the side, activated his Flying Sword to launch a timely sneak attack.

Pfft!

Lei Qianjun once again spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire body sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

He fell directly out of the arena, crashing heavily to the ground, struggling a few times.

But failed to get up, completely losing his combat ability.

"Hahaha! My apologies! My apologies!"

Ghost Seven recalled the Ghost Wolf, stood at the edge of the arena, and triumphantly cupped his hands to all sides.

That smug, villainous expression, coupled with the snarling Netherworld Ghost Wolf.

Appeared incredibly punchable. "Alas, everyone says the Yin Yang Sect is the champion of the Eastern Domain, with Prodigies like clouds, but seeing it today... tsk tsk, it's nothing special!"

He deliberately drew out his words, full of mockery.

The entire plaza, apart from the harsh laughter from the Nine Nether Sect side.

Everyone from the other factions fell into an eerie silence.

Countless gazes fixed on Ghost Seven, who was despicable to the core, their fists clenching and cracking, wishing they could rush up and beat his punchable face into a pig's head!