Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 1307: Never Give In

Chapter 1307: Chapter 1307: Never Give In

Even in death, one must die with dignity.

Ling Xiao’s thoughts were just that simple.

"Heh, heh, you won’t be so defiant in a moment."

The voice from the Bronze Coffin paused briefly, then spread rapidly: "It seems the remaining people want to compete for the Imperial Jade Seal. In that case, our Ghost Divine Hall shall send you off!"

As the words fell, the black sedan began shaking violently.

Soon after, the chains on it issued a sharp series of cracking sounds.

A waveform of ghostly wails and wolf-like howls filled the air.

The four small giants placed the black sedan onto the ground and hastily retreated to the side.

Then, all twenty-three prisoners and the four small giants kneeled down, prostrated themselves, and shouted loudly: "We welcome the Ghost General! The Divine Sect descends, unifying the Profound Realm!"

Unifying the Profound Realm?

A slogan like that was definitely not something ordinary people dared say, and not something ordinary sects dared to casually proclaim.

While many had imagined it privately, voicing it directly before such an audience showed their boundless arrogance and unwavering confidence.

The Divine Sect they mentioned was the once-famous "Xuan Sect."

This Xuan Sect originally belonged to the Sacred Dynasty’s largest religion. Later, as the Sacred Dynasty declined, they rose to prominence, becoming the most formidable power in the Mysterious World.

When the True Demon Empire launched its invasion, the Xuan Sect naturally opposed them, unwilling to concede the hard-earned dominance they had achieved.

But the True Demon Empire proved far too powerful, especially with the True Demon Emperor, who single-handedly devastated the Xuan Sect’s main altar.

Following the destruction of the Xuan Sect’s main altar, the Xuan Sect Master disappeared, while the Deputy Sect Master submitted to the True Demon Empire.

The remaining two revered Buddhas, four Great Protector Sky Kings, eight Vajra Guardians, and twelve Bishops of the Divine Temple fled and went into hiding.

The True Demon Emperor’s battle depleted him significantly—perhaps in preparation for his fight with the Holy Emperor of the Holy Dynasty—so he hadn’t the time to eradicate those remnants.

This allowed the vestiges of the Xuan Sect to revive and grow at an astonishing pace.

The two revered Buddhas went into seclusion, while the four Protector Sky Kings, eight Vajra Guardians, and twelve Bishops gradually evolved into independent sects.

Currently, the Water Temple and Ghost Divine Hall appearing were two of the twelve Divine Temples.

Let’s get back to the main point.

As the surrounding black energy continuously condensed into the Bronze Coffin, it suddenly emitted a piercing black light.

The black light resembled a solar eclipse—though hard to discern clearly, it was even more glaring than normal daylight.

In that instant, Changle Square was enveloped in pitch darkness.

"No wonder both Weak Water Guardian and Heavy Water Protector from the Water Temple left. The cultivation level of this Gui Chonglou has indeed grown stronger than before. However, this old one should still be able to handle him."

In a remote corner of the square stood an elder.

The elder wore a loose robe with a hood obscuring his features, rendering him unrecognizable.

But the elder appeared unafraid of Gui Chonglou’s strength, revealing just how powerful he was.

"Heh heh, I’ve long said that those who stay will die, and those who fled will perish as well. Starting today, Crime City will serve as our Ghost Divine Hall’s base on the Divine Phoenix Continent."

The voice in the Bronze Coffin grew louder, and the coffin lid began to open slowly. A vague silhouette could be seen emerging from within.

"Run!"

At that moment, the martial artists who harbored a shred of hope finally understood the terror of the Ghost Divine Hall. They turned to flee.

"Run? You truly believe the Ghost Divine Hall will let you escape? Unless you’re a Yin-Yang Realm Martial Artist, no one leaves. Your only chance is to annihilate the Ghost Divine Hall entirely."

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in everyone’s mind.

Those who had planned to flee stopped in their tracks.

Indeed, the Ghost Divine Hall had made their intentions clear: to seize Crime City and slaughter all martial artists present.

This had always been their modus operandi.

"Heh heh, that kid is right. But what difference does it make? Even if you unite, you’ll still meet your end. You might as well accept death gracefully to avoid unnecessary suffering."

The lid of the Bronze Coffin fully opened, and a figure stepped out.

Looking at him, he wasn’t as grotesque as those prisoners.

In fact, there was a certain cold and rugged charisma about him.

Judging by appearance, he seemed very young, his face appearing to be in his thirties—though his real age was likely over a hundred.

Martial artists were skilled at estimating age accurately.

The man had shoulder-length emerald green hair. His eyes bore heavy shadows, as though he hadn’t slept in ages.

His pupils were green—deep and icy cold.

His presence brought with it a wave of blood-soaked violence: "Kill!"

Twenty-three prisoners.

Thirteen Ghost God Dogs.

Four small giants simultaneously charged out, unleashing merciless slaughter.

Many knew that Ghost Divine Hall’s martial arts revolved around the Kill-style martial arts, meaning the more they killed, the stronger they grew.

They possessed an understanding of slaughter that far exceeded most martial artists.

Where to strike that would kill fastest.

Which spots were easiest to target, and so forth.

"Ah..."

Horrific screams filled the square. Streams of souls were extracted from the corpses and absorbed into Gui Chonglou’s body.

This sinister method bore a striking resemblance to what Corpse Granny once used.

But Gui Chonglou was evidently far more formidable than Corpse Granny—his cultivation continued to advance, yet his figure showed no major alteration. Only his aura grew increasingly dreadful.

Clearly, while this martial arts method had drawbacks, cultivating it to a certain level made them negligible.

The helpless martial artists screamed as their souls wailed in torment. It was futile. Despite their strength, they were no match.

The remaining twenty-three prisoners were all Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artists, ranging from the First Firmament to the Fourth Firmament.

Facing the majority of martial artists in the square, they executed merciless slaughter effortlessly.

The four small giants were even more terrifying—three of them were Seventh Celestial Realm Warriors.

And one of them was a powerful existence from the Tenth Firmament.

Their massacres went unchecked, sparing none but Half-step Yin-Yang Realm and Yin-Yang Realm martial artists.

The thirteen Ghost God Dogs were comparable to Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artists as well. Though only First Firmament, they were potent enough to crush others with ease.

"Ah, ah..."

The horrifying cries grew more frequent, and the bodies piled higher, their blood pooling like rivers. Many martial artists fought back with all their resolve but found themselves powerless against such overwhelming strength and sinister phenomena.

Gui Chonglou had yet to make a move.

That was because he knew there were still strong opponents hidden among the crowd. Those were for him alone to confront; he had to conserve his energy.

Amidst the chaos, there were indeed powerful individuals.

Even if Yin-Yang Realm martial artists didn’t step in, the prisoners, Ghost God Dogs, and small giants couldn’t be considered invincible.

"Boom!"

A prisoner was directly blasted into smithereens, his remains scattering through the air.