Chapter 105: Saintly Might Like a Prison
The world suddenly fell silent.
The veiled woman stepped lightly onto the void, her blood-colored skirt fluttering without wind.
She merely stood there quietly, yet the entire battlefield seemed pressed by an invisible hand into stillness.
"Crack!"
On the city wall, a bronze ghost-slaying cannon suddenly shattered into powder.
"Thud!"
Several Profound Connection Realm cultivators knelt without warning, black blood seeping from their seven orifices.
Even the surging ghost tide froze, thousands of ghostly creatures maintaining their ferocious pouncing postures, yet motionless like insects in amber.
Ye Guhan's Asura Dharma Form disintegrated inch by inch, the ghostly green fire in his right eye extinguishing with a "hiss."
This iron-blooded commander who dominated Youzhou now staggered back as if his spine had been ripped out, his black iron war boots plowing two deep furrows in the city bricks.
"Saintly Might Like a Prison..." His Adam's apple bobbed, his hoarse voice carrying unprecedented terror. "You are actually... a Ghost Saint!"
The woman's veil lifted slightly, revealing a chin as white as jade.
She did not speak, yet everyone in the Black Market Fortress heard a whisper deep within their souls—
"Hand over... the Zhuyin Jade Disk..."
This voice was unlike the shrieks of ghosts, rather like clear water washing over jade, yet it shattered the City Protection Grand Array with a "bang," creating countless fissures.
The runes on the battlements exploded one after another, rubble crumbling down.
"Hand over... the Zhuyin Jade Disk..."
"Boom!"
The entire thirty-zhang-long section of city wall suddenly tore away from the ground, floating into midair along with the hundreds of cultivators atop it. Bricks disintegrated, magical instruments wailed, and some discovered in horror that they were gradually turning into white bones, unable to even scream.
"Hand over... the Zhuyin Jade Disk... That is my ghost race's sacred relic..."
Xiao Ling'er gripped the crumbling wall bricks tightly, suddenly discovering Chen Chang'an standing before her at some unknown moment.
That white dress remained utterly still amidst the storm of saintly might...
Jiang Che's voice suddenly sounded in Chen Chang'an's sea of consciousness, carrying resolute calmness: "Senior, let me go down."
Chen Chang'an's brow twitched slightly, but he did not respond.
Above the city wall, the Ghost Saint woman's pressure continued to ravage, countless cultivators swaying like withered leaves in the wind. Deep within Jiang Che's right eye, that wisp of azure Zhuyin power circulated uncontrollably—as if responding to something.
"The Zhuyin Jade Disk the ghost race wants is inside my body." His voice was soft, yet each word was clear. "I must also thank Senior... for stopping me at the final moment."
Memory flashed back to that life-and-death instant—a gentle force had forcibly severed the complete fusion of the Zhuyin Jade Disk.
"If I had truly chosen the ghost path, perhaps one day I could have avenged my hatred..." Jiang Che looked at his gradually ghostifying body, smiling bitterly. "But by then, I might... no longer be myself."
The Ghost Saint woman seemed to sense something, her veil fluttering without wind. A gaze containing supreme pressure pierced through the void, striking Jiang Che directly!
"So I have understood." Jiang Che straightened his back to meet that gaze. "If hatred and self require abandoning one..."
The Zhuyin fire in his right eye suddenly surged, but was forcibly suppressed by an immensely powerful will: "I would rather abandon hatred!"
Chen Chang'an finally turned his gaze, seeing that unquenchable fire of humanity in the youth's eyes.
"I also do not want so many people here to die because of me." Jiang Che took a deep breath. "Senior, let me go down."
Just as he prepared to emerge from Chen Chang'an's sleeve and leap down—
"Who told you death is necessary?"
Chen Chang'an's voice suddenly carried a hint of amusement, a flick of his emerald sleeve pinning him in place once more.
The Ghost Saint woman's boundless aura surged forward, yet seemed to strike an invisible barrier, instantly scattering sparks across the sky!
"If you agree to one thing..." She condensed a point of innate ultimate yang energy at her fingertip, "I will save everyone here. How about it?"
Jiang Che didn't hesitate for even a moment: "I agree—I implore Senior to act."
Chen Chang'an sighed inwardly.
Agreeing without even asking what it is... another foolish boy...
"Then we—"
Chen Chang'an chuckled softly. That wisp of ultimate yang energy gradually ignited, forming a small, fierce flame in his palm.
The moment this flame appeared, the woman's rampant saintly might receded like a tide by three full zhang!
"It's a deal!"
Meanwhile, the veiled woman's figure trembled slightly, as if sensing something, revealing a guarded expression for the first time!
Then, under the stunned gazes of Elder Mo, Xiao Ling'er, Ye Guhan... and everyone throughout the fortress...
Chen Chang'an rose gracefully, standing poised in the air.
His cloak fell away, revealing a transcendent beauty reminiscent of the legendary Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman!
Black hair flowing wildly, his white dress whipped sharply against the fierce wind.
And then—
Two figures, one red and one white, faced each other across the void.
On one side, the ghostly saintly might that could alter heaven and earth.
On the other...
A three-foot span of pure land that even saintly might dared not touch.
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