38: Fighting Ghost Ink

Lu Xingchen's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "I am merely striving for the greatest benefit for my fellow Disciples. This herb garden belongs only to Lingxiao Sect. Trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

Ghost Ink, you should quickly leave with your subordinates.

Ghost Ink sneered, "Lu Xingchen, I'm afraid you haven't seen the situation clearly. Now, it is you who should be calling for help!"

Lu Xingchen sighed softly.

"Alas, there will be blood again."

Ghost Ink said coldly, "Attack!"

The five Nine Ghosts Sect Disciples behind him immediately rushed towards Lu Xingchen simultaneously.

Lu Xingchen immediately activated the Heaven Swallowing Art, and his Aura suddenly surged.

In just a few breaths, his Realm had risen to One-Star Grand Martial Master.

The five Nine Ghosts Sect Disciples were greatly alarmed, retreating one after another, looking at Lu Xingchen with fear.

Ghost Ink was also somewhat surprised.

"A secret technique that can temporarily boost strength? So this is your trump card. But unfortunately, you are a fake Great Martial Master, and I am the real one!"

With that, Ghost Ink no longer held back his strength, activating his fighting Qi, and his One-Star Grand Martial Master Realm was revealed before everyone.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Seeing Lu Xingchen show no reaction, Ghost Ink was a little puzzled.

Lu Xingchen chuckled, "It's to be expected, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Leave Lu Xingchen to me; you go deal with the other two."

As a Saint of the Nine Ghosts Sect, Ghost Ink also had some arrogance.

He considered himself unrivaled among those of the same Realm, and defeating a Martial Master who relied on a secret technique to forcibly raise his Realm would be incredibly easy.

Lu Xingchen frowned.

Besides Ghost Ink, there were six other Advanced Martial Masters on the opposing side. Ning Feng alone might not be able to hold them off.

If they were to enter the herb garden and disturb Lin Jing...

A failed Breakthrough was a small matter; losing her life was a big one.

After a moment of hesitation, Lu Xingchen threw a spirit formation seed towards the entrance of the herb garden.

A Third-Grade Spirit Formation immediately appeared, blocking the entire entrance.

This Third-Grade Spirit Formation was called the Spirit Binding Array, and it could temporarily bind a Great Martial Master Realm Expert. Ordinary Martial Masters would basically have no chance of breaking free.

Seeing the Spirit Binding Array appear, Ghost Ink was greatly astonished.

"A Third-Grade Spirit Formation seed! Lu Xingchen, Lingxiao Sect really went all out for this Secret Realm!"

Ghost Ink naturally wouldn't believe that Lu Xingchen had obtained this spirit formation seed himself, as its value was simply too high.

Lu Xingchen said indifferently, "Think what you like. But today, you won't enter this herb garden!"

Ghost Ink snorted coldly, "You're quite boastful. Yao'er, you and the others just watch from the side. Today, I'll let you witness the true strength of a Nine Ghosts Sect Saint!"

With that, Ghost Ink took out a long saber from his Storage Ring and slashed at Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen, holding his shadow sword, met the attack.

Saber and sword clashed, and Ghost Ink was forced back more than ten steps, while Lu Xingchen remained unmoving.

Lu Xingchen pouted.

"Your strength is too weak!"

Indeed, compared to the snake demon from before, Ghost Ink's strength was already considered small.

Ghost Ink, however, was greatly surprised.

With the same Realm, why was his strength so much greater?

But Ghost Ink also had his own arrogance and would not easily admit defeat.

"What's the use of mere brute force? You absolutely won't be able to block my next move!"

"Nine Ghosts Tribulation!"

Ghost Ink held his saber with both hands, injecting fighting Qi, and nine skull heads appeared in front of his saber.

Each skull head was as large as a human head, with glowing red eyes, looking incredibly ferocious.

Ghost Ink slashed at Lu Xingchen, and the nine skull heads flew towards him in unison.

Lu Xingchen was not flustered at all, continuously unleashing nine Void-Shattering Slashes.

Each time he swung his sword, a skull head was obliterated.

In just a few breaths, Ghost Ink's ultimate move was easily countered by Lu Xingchen.

"How… how can he be so strong?"

Ghost Ink stared intently at Lu Xingchen, his eyes filled with disbelief, muttering to himself.

Lu Xingchen sneered, "Flimsy fighting Qi, slow hand seals. The Saint of the Nine Ghosts Sect is nothing more than this. Next, watch me!"

Lu Xingchen held his sword with both hands and released the Azure Dragon Slash. A dark green fighting Qi Azure Dragon appeared on his sword's edge.

Though the Azure Dragon was small, it was complete in every detail; even the scales on its body were clearly visible.

Lu Xingchen slashed his sword, and the Azure Dragon flew towards Ghost Ink.

Ghost Ink was not idle either, once again releasing the Nine Ghosts Tribulation. The nine skull heads clashed with the Azure Dragon.

The skull heads were obliterated one after another, and the Azure Dragon also became increasingly ethereal.

Finally, all nine skull heads disappeared, and Lu Xingchen's Azure Dragon still had a trace of residual power, forcefully striking Ghost Ink's chest.

Ghost Ink was sent flying backward, forcibly controlling his body in mid-air, and stopped his momentum with a backflip, but still spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Yao'er, help me!"

Ghost Ink was scared.

He was afraid that he wouldn't last until Lu Xingchen's secret technique expired and would be killed by Lu Xingchen, so he began to call for backup.

Facing Lu Xingchen, he finally let go of his pride as a Saint.

Gui Yaoer and the other five Advanced Martial Masters immediately stood in front of Ghost Ink.

Lu Xingchen snorted coldly.

"Do you think I'll be afraid if there are more of you?"

Ning Feng also walked forward, holding his long saber.

"I say, do you take me for air? Do you think you can gang up on my boss without asking for my opinion?"

Ghost Ink frowned and said in a deep voice, "Two of you go deal with Ning Feng; the rest of us will gang up on Lu Xingchen."

Lu Xingchen chuckled, "Senior Brother Ning Feng, don't hold back. Kill them all. How about we compete to see who's faster?"

Ning Feng also laughed, "Hahaha, although I, Ning Feng, am not as monstrous as you, dealing with two Eight-Star Martial Masters is no problem. In that case, let's see who's faster!"

Facing the combined attack of five people, Lu Xingchen also felt a trace of pressure.

But thankfully, he had his shadow sword.

With the shadow sword's two-stage displacement, Ghost Ink's group attack tactic completely became a joke.

The five of them couldn't even touch Lu Xingchen's clothes, and every time Lu Xingchen struck with his sword, he would severely injure a Martial Master.

But Ghost Ink still hadn't given the order to retreat.

He was gambling, gambling that Lu Xingchen's secret technique would reach its time limit.

However, five minutes later, apart from Ghost Ink and Gui Yaoer, the other three Martial Masters were all killed.

Ning Feng also walked over, carrying his long saber.

"Boss, it's done."

Ning Feng was injured, but it didn't prevent him from continuing to fight.

Two against two, Ghost Ink knew he had no chance of winning.

"Lu Xingchen, please show mercy. I will immediately take Yao'er and leave the Secret Realm. Everything in both of our Storage Rings can be given to you; it would be a considerable fortune for you."

Lu Xingchen shook his head slightly, "As long as I kill you two, your Storage Rings will also be mine."

Actually, Lu Xingchen wasn't greedy for these two Storage Rings.

It was just that he had already killed so many Disciples of the Nine Ghosts Sect; the two sides were already mortal enemies. Letting Ghost Ink go was no different from letting a tiger return to the mountains.

Some things, either you don't do them, or you do them completely.