The ghost's teeth were clenched tightly and a mouthful of saliva was spat out.

  He then held his scythe horizontally in front of him, with a ferocious gaze. "Dust Blaze, you actually dare to abandon your sword and duel me? You really overestimate yourself!"

  As his voice fell, the broken trees around him immediately rose into the air and then burst open, splitting into countless wooden chips that rushed towards the dusty heat.

  The sawdust was so dense that it blocked out the sky and covered the entire area in a dark, lightless shroud.

  It was unexpected that those wood shavings stopped suddenly about five meters away from the boy's body, trembling and shaking.

  Dust motes still danced as they always did, neither salty nor insipid. He lightly raised his right hand, and the tip of his finger slowly drew a faint light.

  As he lightly tapped his index finger, those rays of light converged into a massive silver dragon that shot up, enveloping all the wood shavings in white light before disappearing simultaneously.

  Her eyes narrowed, filled with incredulity and deep trepidation.

  He frantically swung his sickle, and the heavy wind blades condensed in mid-air, rushing towards the dusty storm to stop his advance.

  But the young man seemed to have no pain, allowing those wind blades to tear his white robe and seep out a few drops of blood, rushing towards Fenggui without flashing or dodging.

  As he approached the sealing of the ghost, Chen Ye raised his left hand, and his bony fingers, like sharp blades, directly threatened the ghost's heart.

  Sealing his brows tightly, a pair of turbid eyes with a hint of cruelty, he cast a secret spell to make himself disappear from the spot.

  Although the dust is invisible, it can be felt that there is a different movement in the wind, appearing in...

  "If I can't have it, nobody will! Clear Wind Pearl, destroy!"

  Chu Cha stiffened and turned around, looking at the scythe that symbolized hell right in front of her. Her face was pale and colorless, her whole body weak, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead...

  A critical moment when the fate of everything hangs in the balance.

  A ray of light suddenly appeared, and the sickle that was about to chop towards Chucha was forcefully blocked.

  Feng Gui stared at his controlled wrist, eyes filled with madness, "Chen, Ye!"

  He concentrated all his demonic power in his hands, wanting to repel the dust-filled force, but unexpectedly, the sickle was shattered directly.

  How is this possible...

  "This weapon was forged in ancient times using the bones of the strongest demon-slaying masters of the human tribe. How is this possible?!"

  The young man walked towards Fenggui at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

  Fēnguǐ gǎn dào le hài pà, kāishǐ bù duàn hòu tuì xiǎng yào táo pǎo.

  Translation: Fenggui felt scared and started to back away constantly wanting to escape.

  Chen Yan let out a cold laugh and grabbed the ghost-sealing door with one hand, pressing it down with his knee and slamming it shut.

  The evil spirit let out a mournful cry——

  Chu Cha held the Qingfeng sword with some eagerness to try it out.

  "Tea is calm!"

  "The strange light in Chu Cha's eyes flickered, 'I couldn't bear it anymore, having died so many times on this ghostly plane, my hands are itching!'"

  She drew the Qingfeng sword out of its scabbard and then with a loud "Ah" closed her eyes and swung it at Fenggui.

  But...

  Chu Cha slightly frowned.

  The sword seemed to be controlled, unable to stab in and unable to pull back.

  She timidly opened one eye and looked out...

  Only a few inches from the dust-filled neck, he was holding the ghost-sealing sword with one hand, and with the other hand, he was pinching the blade between his two fingers, his face unchanged.

  Chu Cha suddenly laughed awkwardly a few times, "Big brother, I'm sorry..."

  The young man slightly tilted his head, and a pair of dull, lifeless eyes glanced in Chu Cha's direction.

  He then raised his slender index finger and flicked the sword away with his joint, "No need to intervene."

  Chu Cha hastily nodded and ran off with Qingfeng Sword in her arms.

  Lose face!

  With a whistle from Feng Gui, the giant eagle flew back again.

  Feng Jiu left the control of Chen Ye and then flew up to ride on a giant eagle.

  But unexpectedly, the white-clothed youth also leapt up, spinning in mid-air, and the wind around his fingertips transformed into sharp blades, shattering the Ghost-Sealing Killer Move.

  "Sword."

  Chu Cha listened and hurriedly threw the Qingfeng sword into the dusty void in the air.

  "Three Cuts of Spring and Autumn."

  The young man swung his long sword, and the sword shadow fluttered between the white grains, like a shining silver dragon, carrying strong destructive power, rushing towards the giant eagle flying over.

  The giant eagle's abdomen immediately gushed blood, let out a long cry, and together with Fenggui, they heavily crashed to the ground.

  After the aura from the sealed ghost had completely dissipated.

  The young man had just sheathed his sword when his eyes, devoid of emotion, seemed to pierce through the crowd, viewing all living things as insignificant and all matter as mundane.

  "He's gone."