Twilight's Threshold Chapter 465: Divine General Slays the Plague Ghost (Third Watch) - Novel Cool

Chapter 465: Divine General Slays the Plague Ghost (Third Watch)

Chapter 465: Divine General Slays the Plague Ghost (Third Watch)

"Hula..."

The moment he rushed out of the town, he could feel an indescribable aura and oppressive force emanating from his previous life. The yin wind seemed to take on a tangible form, rolling forward and engulfing everything in its path.

Even the trees outside the town seemed to come alive at that moment, their branches reaching out like claws, all rushing towards him.

In the distance, he could clearly see one of the Grass Head Eight Decay Gods, its towering figure seemingly taller than the eerie tree crowns outside the town, charging towards Hu Ma.

It wore a long black robe as dark as the night, with a crown made of straw on its head. Hanging from its body were strands of silk, which upon closer inspection, were actually braided from black hair. At the ends of these strands were heads, each tied together by their hair.

Some faces were pitch-black, others deathly pale, with only their heads remaining, hanging like ornaments. Yet, they were alive, their mouths constantly opening and closing. Though they couldn't make any sound, it seemed as if something was being spoken from their mouths.

Countless yin winds, accompanied by their words, blew towards the town.

The closer he got to the shadow, the stronger the yin wind blowing towards him felt, as if it was directly entering his seven apertures and five viscera, trying to pull out his divine soul and leave his body hollow.

Even a Year-End Guardian, facing the yin wind blowing from the altar, would suffer from illness and confusion, their body feeling as if the bones had been extracted, making it difficult to stand. The enormous shadow above seemed to exert endless pressure, forcing one to kneel on the ground.

A High Table Guest.

But this wasn't some wild rogue from the One Coin Sect; it was a true High Table Guest, officially recognized by the Yi Dynasty, having received countless incense worship and offerings.

When facing such a divine presence, mortals could only bow their heads.

Otherwise, if one were to directly gaze upon such an existence, their divine soul would feel heavy, and they would be sucked into a vortex, forever becoming a small ghost attached to the other party.

However, as Hu Ma charged out of the town, facing the towering black shadow, he merely narrowed his eyes and roared furiously. His soul energy surged from his seven apertures, and in an instant, a towering shadow formed above his head.

With a fierce expression and sharp fangs, his eyes radiated malevolence, and his arrogance was palpable. He called upon the divine and commanded the ghosts.

So what if it was a High Table Guest?

I, on the high platform, demand the respect of ghosts and gods!

The yin wind blowing towards him seemed to be directly absorbed by his Dharmakaya, not only failing to dampen his spirit but also invigorating his soul energy, making him even more focused.

The Great Heavenly General Seal, commanding the divine and chastising the ghosts, was unaffected by the pressure of this divine presence.

And the horse beneath him became even more excited.

Charging towards such a divine presence was akin to being afflicted by the Eight Decays. The more one feared illness, the more terrified they would feel towards the shadow on the altar. This was an innate fear among all living beings, but oddly enough, the more ordinary people feared, the more Ma Ye enjoyed it.

Sensing the eerie danger and overwhelming might ahead, the horse's four hooves seemed to want to dig into the ground and take off.

"Hoo..."

Hu Ma charged forward like a bolt of lightning, his momentum overwhelming. As he burst out of the town, he felt as if he had entered a thick mist, his vision blurred.

In that instant, he felt as if he were being engulfed by countless evil ghosts, their hands grabbing and tearing at his arms from all directions, trying to pull him off his horse.

His eyes couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know where his body was, only feeling as if the world was spinning and his soul was scattered. But at that very moment, he let out a fierce whistle, biting his tongue and spitting out a Blood Sun Arrow. In an instant, the dark yin energy dissipated, and the rolling mist shattered.

Focusing his eyes and looking forward again, he saw that the hundred-foot-tall Grass Crown God's shadow, which had been looking down at him, had disappeared. The ghostly mist dissipated, and in front of the horse, there was only a kneeling maid.

She wore a green robe and held a plaque in her hands, with four thick incense sticks burning beside her.

"How dare you!"

Seeing Hu Ma appear, the maid was clearly startled for a moment, seemingly never expecting anyone to come here.

But she only paused briefly before standing up, still holding the plaque in her hands. She glared at Hu Ma and shouted, "You audacious rebel, how dare you dare to desecrate the Grass Crown God's Seat?"

Although she didn't look very old, and her attire and status were that of a servant, at this moment, her stern rebuke carried the authority of a high-ranking official. In her hand, she even held a wooden board, threatening to strike Hu Ma's head.

She was genuinely unafraid, only feeling annoyed that Hu Ma had desecrated the god's seat. With the wooden board in her hand, she was ready to strike, seemingly capable of knocking down both man and horse.

"Hehe..."

However, hearing the maid's scolding, Hu Ma didn't even bother to acknowledge her. A cold smile flashed across his face, and Ma Ye didn't even try to rein in his horse. Taking advantage of the horse's momentum, he swung the knife in his hand.

"Shua!"

The freshly forged Ghost Head Saber, thirsting for blood, was casually swung by Hu Ma, and its malevolent energy surged.

A talisman light seemed to glow around the maid, but it was useless.

The four pillars of incense reacted, the smoke swirling and coiling like a snake, seemingly forming a vague ghostly shadow that attempted to push Hu Ma off his horse, but to no avail. Instead, Hu Ma's Dharmakaya reached out and grabbed the shadow, pulling it towards him.

"Crack..."

The Dharmakaya was an illusory manifestation, a phantom born from the tremors of the divine soul, but in this moment, it revealed its sinister nature, directly seizing the ghostly shadow and shoving it into its mouth to chew.

"Grass Crown God protect me..."

The maid, finally terrified by this sinister sight, shrieked as she faced the sharp blade. Her face paled, and she stomped her feet repeatedly. She was a spirit-bearing servant, capable of borrowing the power of the Grass Crown God to take the blow for herself.

But Hu Ma paid no attention to her actions. He spurred his horse forward and swung his blade, and with a 'swish', the maid's mouth was still moving as her body and the plaque were simultaneously cleaved in two.

"Pfft..."

She fell like a rag doll, and hot blood spurted out, spraying three to four zhang onto the broken plaque.

One of the eight streams of decay that had been blowing towards Stone Horse Town instantly diminished, and the town's commoners, already influenced by the Grass Head Eight Decay God, felt as if they were trapped in a nightmare of despair and agony.

In their confused divine souls, they seemed to see the town filled with plague spirits and evil gods, cackling maniacally as they leaped about, spreading calamity and pain to the mortal realm.

It was difficult to discern what was real and what was illusion.

Ordinary people lacked the ability to directly perceive ghosts and gods, but under certain circumstances, they could sense their presence and create corresponding images in their minds. And at the moment Hu Ma's blade slew the Disease Decay God, they felt it too.

So they also witnessed a figure riding a tall horse, swinging a blade to slay the plague spirits.

For a moment, the entire town seemed to fall silent. The terrified and despairing commoners stared at the horse, the figure upon it, and the ghostly shadow that had been slashed down. Suddenly, their hearts trembled, and they vaguely remembered something.

Someone mustered all their strength and trembled, crying out in a hoarse voice, "It's... it's that stone horse..."

"It's the divine general who slays the plague spirits... he's riding the stone horse and has returned..."

"..."

This cry startled the entire town, from Elder Sun and the others waiting in the inn for the enemy's attack, to the Dharmaraja on the altar, who had been trying to bless and dispel the plague energy but was already at his limit.

Or even Miao Shan Fairy, in the grand headquarters mansion, guarding ten large vats, already overwhelmed by the external pressure, feeling hopeless and exchanging glances with her fellow nuns.

At that moment, everyone seemed to have been struck by lightning, raising their heads high to see the stone horse. They witnessed a figure, seemingly leaping in mid-air, a tall and imposing warrior in armor, gripping a menacing blade.

They couldn't make out his face or the blade's shadow, and even the shadow they saw was but a projection of their divine souls.

Yet, they felt the aura of dominance and awe emanating from this shadow, and their hearts were momentarily subdued.

In Stone Horse Town, plagued by evil spirits, at the height of despair and misery, the sudden appearance of a figure slaying the plague spirits on behalf of the commoners could only be the legendary divine general.

Miao Shan Fairy, the leader of the One Coin Sect, did not believe that the stone horse could come back to life.

She was already alarmed by the heavy evil presence outside, watching as the blessings in the ten large vats were about to be exhausted, and the contents within were coming back to life. But with the appearance of the shadow, the objects in the vats instantly retracted, and even the overflowing blood retreated.

A hand even emerged from one of the vats, quietly picking up a hairpin that had just been thrown out, before quickly withdrawing back into the vat.

"Ah..."

On the other side, White Fan, sensing something amiss, had already packed his belongings. But he, too, was transfixed by the strange phenomenon above, standing motionless and muttering, "If only it had been a little later, just a little later, and I could have led them to tie her up and take her away..."

"But who could have imagined that the One Coin Sect actually has such great destiny, that even the stone horse in this town would come back to life, carrying a divine spirit to protect the Lantern Festival Fair?"

"..."

For a moment, led by the Dharmaraja on the altar, everyone's hearts trembled with awe and excitement, and they bowed towards the shadow from afar.

Even Old Abacus, crouching on the inn's steps, was startled by this imposing figure, nearly falling to the ground.

The tobacco pipe he held in his mouth slipped silently, "In an instant, you slay the Grass Head Eight Decay God... you..."

"Your malevolent qi... it's even heavier than I imagined."

"..."

"..."

Amidst the exclamations of surprise, in the grand headquarters mansion, even the large tree that overshadowed the entire courtyard began to tremble, its branches quivering. The wind in all directions was shaken by these branches, as if an ancient voice filled with joy echoed:

"The stone horse has come back to life..."

"The young master, he... he's really returned..."

(End of Chapter)

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