The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1158 - 350: How Can There Be a Third Spirit Severing Realm? Who Are You?!

The Ghost Emperor, or rather, Canglong Taoist, the former Sect Leader of the Taiqing Sect, slowly turned his head, locking his eerie blue ghostly fire onto Nangong Xiongba.No words, no emotions, only the pure aura of death spreading.

Nangong Xiongba’s hair stood on end, his Spirit Severing Realm intuition frantically warning him!

This is undoubtedly a Ghost Emperor, and... his power far surpasses mine!

At the very least, he has reached the Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm!

"Nether Path - Yellow Spring’s Call!"

Canglong Taoist’s bony fingers slowly opened, and in an instant, the whole world changed color abruptly.

The void ripped open like a torn scroll painting, a nether rift spanning the sky burst open, and the viscous Yellow Spring water poured down like a suspended river from the nine nether worlds.

"Boom Boom——"

The vast Yellow Spring surged forth, dissolving mountains and collapsing the earth wherever it passed.

Nangong Xiongba’s pupils constricted, his blood-colored Dharma Aspect summoned six arms, forming eighteen layers of bloody barriers in front of him.

Yet the seemingly filthy Yellow Spring water fell on the barriers, emitting a hissing corrosive sound, and the blood barriers dissolved visibly to the naked eye!

Immense blood flames erupted from his Dharma Aspect, and as they collided with the Yellow Spring water, a blood mist enveloped the entire void.

But then Canglong Taoist’s ghostly blue fire flickered slightly, and his bony right hand seized the air—

"Nether Path - Myriad Ghosts’ Lament!"

"Arrr——!"

Tens of thousands of fierce ghosts crawled out from the Yellow Spring, each emanating the aura of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

They relentlessly rushed towards the blood flames, exploding into clusters of ghostly fire.

Nangong Xiongba’s Dharma Aspect was forced to retreat repeatedly, with three of its six arms already blown apart!

"Damn!" Nangong Xiongba’s face contorted fiercely, suddenly pressing seal skills, red blood beads oozing from his pores.

"Blood Demon Disassembly Technique!"

"Boom!"

His physical body exploded, transforming into nine blood arcs scattering in all directions.

He clearly underestimated the Taiqing Sect; three Spirit Severing Realm experts, more than capable of trapping him.

Especially this Ghost Emperor, who reached the horrifying Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm.

This is the life-saving Secret Technique he created with his lifetime’s effort; each blood arc can reconstruct his true form.

However, Canglong Taoist merely raised his hand slightly, ghostly blue fire gathering into nine lanterns at his fingertips.

"Nether Path - Soul Locking Lantern!"

The nine lanterns simultaneously lit up, illuminating the entire blood mist.

The nine blood arcs were drawn towards the lanterns uncontrollably, like moths to a flame.

Eight of the arcs turned to ashes upon contact with the lanterns, leaving only one to emit a tragic scream before reconsolidating into Nangong Xiongba’s figure.

But now, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his aura extremely feeble.

"You..." Nangong Xiongba, in a mix of shock and anger, saw Canglong Taoist advancing atop the Yellow Spring’s waves.

"Nether Path - Corrosive Heaven!"

Canglong Taoist struck out with a palm, a pitch-black vortex appearing in his palm.

Nangong Xiongba hastily blocked it, his right arm beginning to decay at the moment of contact, flesh sloughing off like sludge, exposing white bones.

Even more terrifying, the decay was spreading from the arm to the entire body!

"Ah——!" Nangong Xiongba decisively severed his right arm with his left hand as a blade.

Before the severed arm hit the ground, it turned into a stench-filled pool of pus, corroding a deep pit into the earth.

The Lu sisters watching from a distance awakened from their daze.

Under their ice crystal masks, their eyes were full of shock.

To hear Cao Zhengyang and others shouting excitedly, this terrifying Ghost Emperor turned out to be the Taiqing Sect’s former Sect Leader!

They had meditated here for years without ever sensing such an existence hidden deep in the sect.

Given this—

"Extreme Cold Path - Three Thousand Miles of Ice!"

Nine ice lotuses bloomed in the void, each petal transforming into immense ice blades.

The sisters sealed the escape routes, flanking opposite sides, forming an encirclement with Canglong Taoist.

Nangong Xiongba, under attack from both sides, a hint of desperation flashed in his eyes, suddenly he laughed grimly: "Since I’m to die, let’s all perish together!"

"Blood Fiend God-burn Technique!"

His physical body suddenly combusted, spewing seven-colored flames from his seven orifices.

This forbidden technique burns the primordial essence, with power enough to devastate even Mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm practitioners.

For the first time, Canglong Taoist stepped back half a stride, his ghostly blue fire violently flickering, his hands forming an ancient seal in front of his chest.

"Nether Path - Nine Nether Soul Suppression!"

The world abruptly plunged into eternal night, a ghostly blue moon rising from behind Canglong Taoist.

Where the moonlight shone, all was coated in a cold layer of blue frost.

Within the ghostly moon, nine thick chains spanned heaven and earth, entwined around a towering Demon God skeleton.

The skeleton’s hollow eyes emitted a pressure that made even Spirit Severing Realm practitioners quake.

"Boom!"

Nangong Xiongba’s seven-colored God-burning flames collided violently with the ghostly moon.

Where the extremes of power clashed, the space fractured like fragile glass.

The shock wave swept across thousands of miles, collapsing mountains and halting rivers, permanently altering the terrain of the Taiqing Mountain Range!

"Pfft——!"

Nangong Xiongba’s body disintegrated entirely into ashes, leaving only a thread of seven-colored primordial spirit fleeing in panic.

Canglong Taoist’s robe was also mostly burned away, revealing a cracked ghostly body.

Just as he prepared to annihilate this strand of spirit for good, the void unexpectedly tore open with a golden rift, a giant hand covered in dragon scales snatching away Nangong Xiongba’s spirit.

"The Xuanyuan Royal Family’s ’Dragon Grasp’?" Lu Yuanjiu’s expression subtly changed.

Canglong Taoist quietly watched the closing space crack, his ghostly blue fire gradually calming.

He did not pursue but turned his gaze slowly towards the Lu sisters.

The pair immediately retreated half a step warily, holding ice crystal longswords ready at their chests, hesitating briefly before solemnly performing a cultivator’s salute.

Below, Cao Zhengyang and the others had already flown over.

This Sect Leader, who had governed the sect for years, was shedding tears, as thirteen Peak Masters knelt in unison.