Chapter 477: The Meng Family's Ceremony
Chapter 477: The Meng Family's Ceremony
"Sizzle!"
The place where the blood fell emitted a sound akin to hot oil dripping, as if it weren't blood but oil from the depths of hell.
When ordinary people came into contact with it, it was indeed like touching the hot oil in a cauldron, causing Ma Ye's head to spin and become dizzy, covered in blood.
Now, as the hot oil splashed onto his body, it blistered his skin, and his body staggered, emitting a pleasurable snort as his entire body trembled with excitement.
"Soul Corrupting Demon Technique!"
Hu Ma faced this eerie blood, unable to discern its true nature, but he charged forward, his divine soul surging and his entire body transforming into death. "Even if it's hot oil, what can it do? The New Year Guardians dare to drink boiling oil, so why would I fear this little bit of stuff?"
"Whoosh..."
This strike was even more solid, directly chopping onto his body, and he could clearly feel that he had struck something, but in front of him, black smoke rose.
Looking closely, he saw that this strike was blocked by a bloated and bizarre big-bellied evil ghost. The Meng Family's young master was originally a handsome and youthful figure, but at this moment, he had become pot-bellied, his stomach almost larger than his body.
This strike had landed on his stomach, and the force of the blow caused his stomach to split open.
However, no blood gushed out. Instead, countless disheveled hands reached out from his stomach, trying to grab Hu Ma and pull him into the belly, and in the confusion, he could even see countless faces crammed into the stomach, laughing.
"Headless Ghost, Bulging Belly Ghost?"
In that instant, Hu Ma suddenly realized that this was the real skill of the Soul Corrupting Demon Technique.
Initially, the Meng Family's second young master wanted to show his true skills and fight with Hu Ma, but after suffering a loss, he had to rely on the Meng Family's skills to make up for it...
Just like how Hu Ma had to rely on the Year Guard Scroll's skills after suffering a loss...
But the key was that the Meng Family's skills were truly formidable. They could survive decapitation and disembowelment. Were the Spirit-Communicating Meng Clan offspring all immortal? There was no such thing as an immortal person.
Hu Ma firmly held the blade in his hand and blew on the black bone on the hilt.
A surge of malevolent Qi instantly emanated, causing the Meng Family's second young master, whose belly had been split open, to stagger and retreat. The next moment, Hu Ma took a swift step off the horse's back and stomped on the ground, using the momentum to charge forward.
He unleashed a move called 'Open Mountain' that he had learned from Second Master Zhou, using the vicious blade in his hand.
This strike split apart the mountain, and even if you were a ghost, your soul would scatter.
"How dare you..."
The Meng Family's young master, recognizing Hu Ma as the one who had slain the Grass Head Eight Decay God, was already enraged and wanted to kill Hu Ma to vent his anger.
However, when Hu Ma revealed his identity, it was the young master who suffered consecutive blows and only survived due to the evil ghosts he nurtured. Now, facing the approaching blade, he felt his life was in danger.
His courage wavered, and even the initial determination to fight Hu Ma with his martial arts skills vanished. All he wanted was to get away from the blade in Hu Ma's hand.
"Young Master..."
At the same time, his personal senior maid was also startled. She quickly picked up three unlit incense sticks, and as she flipped them in her hand, three sparks appeared, and smoke rose.
She had been standing by, unable to do nothing, but she was already prepared. Now, as the three incense sticks burned, a howling wind appeared, carrying countless vengeful souls directly towards Hu Ma.
"The Spirit-Communicating Meng Clan offspring is nothing special..."
Hu Ma faced the howling wind, and with a slight tilt of his blade, the malevolent Qi on the sword instantly dispelled the vengeful souls before him, turning them into nothingness. With a stern shout, his divine soul above his head condensed, revealing his Dharmakaya, and in one hand, he held a token.
"Boom!"
At the same time, a heavy iron coffin flew out from the forest, landing with a loud thud. The coffin lid flew open, and a straight figure emerged, arms outstretched, accompanied by countless vengeful souls.
He charged forward, blocking the vengeful souls summoned by the senior maid like a black wall.
At the same time, a surge of energy rushed through his chest, emitting a roar that was neither human nor ghostly. The shadow soldiers following him rolled forward.
"Sizzle..."
The vengeful souls summoned by the senior maid were not ordinary, but when they were charged by the Dark General's ghostly shadow, they scattered and turned into chaotic howling winds, blowing in all directions. Even the senior maid holding the three incense sticks was knocked away without a sound.
At the same time, as the shadow soldiers surged forward, the incense altar set up by the Meng Family's young master, along with the banners standing beside it, all fell over. The incense altar was completely shattered, looking as if it had been crushed by a withered tree.
"You..."
Upon seeing the Dark General, the Meng Family's young master confirmed something and shouted in anger, "You who received my bow..."
"Yes, it's me!"
When Hu Ma summoned the Dark General, he also shouted sternly, relying on the power of his blade to aggressively advance: "Furthermore, I will spare your life!"
Since he had already used his backup plan, he didn't have time to worry about anything else. With a chilling killing intent, he was ready to use the Meng Family's people to sacrifice his blade.
It was him, the one who stole the General's Token earlier and had received my bow, taming the Dark General...
It was also him, holding the vicious blade, who had slain the Grass Head Eight Decay God...
But the key point is, the malevolent qi on that blade is so heavy, and no matter how you look at it, it resembles the vicious ghosts who died in Bright Province, one of the Wu Sha Shen. Such a formidable figure, how could he have suddenly emerged from underground? Could it be... could it be that he...
A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through the mind of the Meng Family Son: "Could it be that he's following the orders of that person in Bright Province?"
It's not that he's afraid to think big, but it's hard to believe such a coincidence. More importantly, since Hu Ma revealed himself, he has displayed the skills of a Year-End Guardian, but has not shown any Ghost Walker techniques.
However, regardless, the anxiety in his heart is real, and his courage has completely vanished.
Looking again at the blade filled with overwhelming malevolent qi and the person holding it, he was already shouting incomprehensibly, which was as good as calling for help. The Meng Clan Heir, with his pride, couldn't directly cry for help, but the meaning of his shouts was clear.
"Huala..."
Just as Hu Ma was about to clearly see the abilities of this Meng Clan Heir and had the confidence to kill him with a single strike, a cold wind suddenly blew from the side, and he heard a stern shout: "Who dares to offend the esteemed guest of the Meng Clan?"
Even Hu Ma was surprised by this shout. A numbing sense of crisis suddenly emerged around him.
He quickly withdrew his blade to protect himself and then retreated, realizing the danger of his current situation. He not only retreated himself but also pulled Ma Ye along, using his strength to lift Ma Ye's massive body and leap out three or four zhang away before turning back.
What he saw was astonishing.
Right where he had been standing, there was already a rolling dark fog, and an unknown number of dark, blurry figures. Some held large black umbrellas, some had fans, some carried benches, some held drums and gongs, and some held banners.
Standing at the very front was a tall, thin man wearing a tall hat, with eerie eyes staring straight at Hu Ma.
Beside him, the senior maid who had just been attacked by the shadow soldiers and had an unknown number of broken bones, now had a joyful expression and shouted hoarsely: "Grand Attendant, this man disrespected the Young Master. Kill him quickly!"
Upon seeing this, Hu Ma was also quite surprised.
He had underestimated the prestige of the Meng Family Son. As the direct descendant of the Meng Family on an official mission, he was not alone; he had a grand attendant, two senior maids, eight junior servants, and eight attendant ladies with him.
In fact, on this trip, he had a grand attendant, two senior maids, eight junior servants, and eight attendant ladies by his side. Half of them were alive, and the other half were dead, and they had been serving him all along.
Earlier, when he had killed the Grass Head Eight Decay God, he had slain four servants and four maids, but it was the living half that had been killed.
The dead ones were waiting in the Netherworld, ready to carry the palanquin, hold umbrellas, and play the drums and gongs. As for the grand attendant, he was the master of ceremonies, responsible for maintaining the Meng Family Son's dignity and reputation outside the clan.
"Huala..."
Sensing the strange aura around them, Hu Ma was startled. He quickly distanced himself, leaving Ma Ye, who was looking at him with a confused expression, and tightly gripped the vicious blade.
The Dark General, however, paid no heed and continued to charge towards the Meng Clan's Young Master with his shadow soldiers.
Facing the eerie Dark General, these shadow people merely stood there without engaging in combat. But the Dark General exhibited a strange behavior.
He held his arms outstretched, trying to leap forward, but each time he jumped, he retreated. It was as if there was an invisible staircase in front of them, preventing him from advancing, and his behavior seemed slightly comical.
"How arrogant..."
The grand attendant also gave the Dark General a stern look, then glanced at Hu Ma's blade, and finally looked at Hu Ma's face. Unable to make out his features, he didn't force himself to see and instead sighed softly:
"You, a rural demon, probably don't understand what you're doing right now. No matter how vicious your blade is, it can't overcome the destiny of the Meng Clan."
"No matter how many shadow soldiers you bring, you can't cross the threshold of the Meng Clan."
"Please, Young Master, get into the palanquin, and we'll escort you away..."
As he spoke, he shook his wide sleeves and slowly approached, saying in a low voice: "I'll deal with those who offend the Meng Clan!"
(End of Chapter)
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