Chapter 99: Devilish Sound Captures the Soul

  Under the indication of Bei Ling, Zhang Shan stopped advancing.

  After a moment, Ling'er's thoughts came over.

  "The opponent is a martial artist in the True Martial Realm, with a boundary around one or two levels. However, he should have been seriously injured now and his strength can't even reach the first level of the True Martial Realm. Nevertheless, he is still stronger than a ninth-level Spiritual Martial Realm martial artist."

  "Will he be able to win?"

  Zhang Shan's heart was racing with excitement. If he could kill this person, let alone the reward, there must be some good stuff on his body.

  "With the combined strength of you three, it should be a sure win, but whether this person has any hidden trump cards is unknown." Ling'er analyzed the comparison of both sides' strengths and said.

  "If you were to take action alone, how confident are you?" Zhang Shan asked after a moment of contemplation.

  "At least 70% sure, does the host want me to control your body? Then I'll take over your body." Ling'er said with a hint of excitement.

  "Wait, wait, don't for now. I just want to ask clearly, if the three of us gang up on him and something goes wrong later, you can still save the situation then."

  Zhang Shan hastily stopped her, since the Spirit of the Tablet had materialized into a little girl, Zhang Shan was not too willing to let her take over his body, unless it was a matter of life and death.

  Fortunately, if he is not willing, Ling Er cannot forcibly deprive him of his bodily control.

  "Alright..." Ling'er heard that she was still a backup, and her interest dwindled.

  Zhang Shan carefully backed away and left the dilapidated small village.

  After returning to the sand dune outside, Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei were anxiously waiting, seeing him return safely, they both let out a sigh of relief.

  "What's up? Did you find anything?" Ling Yuwei asked eagerly.

  Zhang Shan repeated Ling'er's analysis to the two women.

  "Since it's like that, let's decide to take action then. However, wait a minute and everyone must be careful. If something is not right, don't force it." Fang Yiru cautioned seriously.

  The three of them discussed the details of their plan again and, feeling that everything was in order, began to sneak into the oasis.

  When I reached the entrance of the dilapidated village, a room in the village suddenly fluctuated with true yuan.

  "Hmph, three little Spirit Martial Realm brats dare to provoke me?"

  Among the cold laughter, the broken door of the house burst into pieces with a loud crash, and a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

  "Found out, looks like sneak attack is not going to work."

  The three of them straightened up and cautiously approached the man.

  "It's you again, the lingering remnants of the Ask the Heavens Sect. How nice, let me avenge my Flying Horse Village being destroyed with one arrow."

  That man sneered, with a pair of narrow and long eyes flashing extremely hateful light.

  "So you're a leftover from the Thirteen Nights' Ride? Which generation's leader are you?" Zhang Shan asked, narrowing his eyes in inquiry.

  "Listen up, I am Ji Qianli, the great leader of the Thirteen Nights' Ride. Prepare to meet your death."

  After finishing speaking, he flipped his hand and a ghost head knife with nine holes on the body appeared in his hand. He coldly shouted and rushed towards the three people.

  According to the plan discussed beforehand, Zhang Shan let out a loud shout and led the charge forward.

  Fang Yiru followed closely beside him, while Ling Yuwei roamed around and launched sneak attacks.

  According to Jing Ling's words, this Ji Qianli has already suffered serious injuries and should not be able to withstand a prolonged battle. As long as we can drag it out for a while and trigger the injuries in his body, our chances of winning will greatly increase.

  Bei Ling's words were naturally deeply believed by Zhang Shan, so from the start he planned to adopt a strategy of mutual injury, relying on the strong recovery ability of his Wu Xing indestructible body, as well as the amplification of Qing Lian's Fa domain and counterattack against his opponent.

  Ji Qianli's Ghost Head Knife came slashing towards Zhang Shan with a sharp whistling sound, its knife light flashing like a whip, stirring one's soul.

  In his opinion, this little guy from Lingwu's Eightfold could be killed with just one knife.

  Zhang Shan's full-force slash of "Mumyojin" clashed with Kishin, the sword energy and aura exploding in a deafening crash.

  "A true warrior of the Shinmu realm is indeed formidable, still this strong even after suffering severe injuries."

  The sand and dust were blown up by the strong wind, Zhang Shan's blood was boiling, he retreated several steps, secretly shocked in his heart.

  Ji Qianli didn't retreat a single step, but he was also in a bad situation. The sword strike he just received from his opponent was even more fierce than the Nine Heavens Wu Zun's.

  Before that, he was thinking of a quick battle and killing one by one, so he went all out, but unexpectedly, the opponent's strength far exceeded his own estimation.

  With a single swing of his sword, a blade of energy shot out and rapidly pursued Zhang Shan.

  Fang Yiru shouted loudly and stood in front of Zhang Shan, her peach wood sword slicing through a purple aura, shattering the knife energy.

  Ji Qianli let out a furious roar, took a step forward and swung his sword in a wide arc.

  Ling Yu Wei Jiao shouted loudly, and the curved knife's light flashed greatly, directly chopping at his back.

  Ji Qianli stopped his momentum, turned around with a twist of his knife, and swept Ghost Head Knife across Ling Yuwei's blade, sending her flying out one zhang away, stumbling and almost falling over.

  Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation and finish him off, Zhang Shan rushed forward again, his sword shrouding his entire body with an intent to destroy.

  Feeling the might of this sword, Ji Qianli had no choice but to turn around and raise his knife with all his strength to meet it.

  Boom!

  This time the force of the collision was even greater than before, and Ji Qianli's face turned pale, his hand gripping the knife trembling slightly. This intense battle finally triggered the injuries within his body.

  "Haha, surname Ji, internal injury isn't light, I wonder how many more moves you can hold on for."

  Zhang Shan burst out laughing, disregarding the bloodstains on his face cut by the sword energy, and charged forward with a wide-open stance, each move swift and aggressive.

  Ji Chenli's heart sank, it turned out that the opponent had seen through his own heavy injuries, no wonder he was fearless and counterattacked him.

  If it weren't for internal injuries being too severe and his boundary falling, he could have taken down this kid with just one knife, unlike now when he can't do anything about him.

  "Even if I'm injured, it's not something you three trash can handle."

  He snorted coldly, his mind racing with thoughts. He knew that prolonging the battle would be disadvantageous to himself. If he couldn't take them down within a minute, he might end up being defeated here.

  "Don't forget, I'm a True Martial Realm warrior! The True Martial Realm has unlocked soul techniques, so let you all experience the horror of my soul technique!"

  He took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands: "Mystic Sound, Capture the Soul!"

  The Kaito's blade hummed and vibrated, emitting a sharp, eerie whistling sound from the nine small holes on its body.

  A whistling sound instantly filled the entire ten-zhang radius around him.

  Zhang Shan felt a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and suddenly hundreds and thousands of ghostly shadows appeared in the air, howling and pouncing on him.

  "What kind of ghost thing is this?" He was shocked involuntarily.

  "This is a Sound Soul Skill, using sound to influence people's spirits and create illusions. It's actually quite interesting, but in front of me, this type of Soul Skill is useless against the host."

  As the sound of the stele spirit rose, Zhang Shan's eyes lit up, and the illusion suddenly disappeared, everything returned to normal.

  Ji Qianli's mouth was curved into a cold smile, the knife in his hand still trembling with aftershocks, while Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei seemed to be trapped in an illusion, their faces revealing a look of panic and struggle.

  Ji Qianli's gloomy smile approached Zhang Shan: "You should feel honored to die under my magical soul-capturing sound!"

  Zhang Shan's heart skipped a beat, and his face also made an inexplicable terrified expression, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

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