Strongest War Emperor

She was still babbling nonstop, ”Go, you little bastard! Victory is yours, you little bastard!”

’That crazy woman!’

Shen Lang raised his Celestial Water Blade and charged northwest, the very direction where he had previously seen the Ghost King’s ascension with his Silver Eyes of Truth.

”Get out of my way!”

With a single slash, Shen Lang sent another Rakshasa Ghost flying.

But what made him shudder was the extreme toughness of the Rakshasa Ghosts’ bodies. The light from his Celestial Water Blade struck them and sent a shower of sparks flying.

Moreover, the Rakshasa Ghosts threw powerful punches, forcing Shen Lang to rely on his High Level Step Technique to dodge.

The five Rakshasa Ghosts were incomparably fierce, pouncing on Shen Lang again and again, only to be beaten back each time.

If Shen Lang hadn’t already comprehended Sword Intent, and if his internal Thunder Power weren’t so strong and ferocious, he would have likely had no choice but to flee in the face of such massive Ghosts.

But even with his blade’s aura infused with Sword Intent and Thunder Power, Shen Lang’s slashes only managed to kill a large number of lesser Ghosts; the five Rakshasa Ghosts remained largely unharmed.

Although these Rakshasa Ghosts were enormous, they were surprisingly fast, moving like the wind. Their bodies were as hard as iron, comparable to Spiritual Artifacts!

They could attack from all sides at once—front, back, left, right, above, and below.

After several probing attacks, they had gauged the strength of Shen Lang’s attacks and no longer dared to face his Sword Qi head-on.

Thus, whenever the Power of Thunder and Lightning flickered on Shen Lang’s Celestial Water Blade and he prepared to unleash his full strength against one of them, that particular Rakshasa Ghost would immediately soar into the sky and retreat, giving him no opportunity.

Ghosts of this level possessed Spiritual Wisdom comparable to that of an ordinary person, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Meanwhile, Shen Lang had no intention of getting drawn into a protracted battle. He wanted to reach the Ghost King’s ascension site as quickly as possible, so he was reluctant to stop, simply charging forward at top speed.

He swung his blade countless times, but only to clear the obstacles in his path.

However, the five Rakshasa Ghosts coordinated perfectly, constantly entangling and attacking him. Shen Lang could only run a few steps before he was forced to stop and either dodge or block their assaults.

Although they were wary of Shen Lang’s Thunder Control Divine Technique and didn’t dare get too close, they continuously used swarms of lesser ghosts as cannon fodder from the air. At the same time, they cast various Magic spells to slow him down, occasionally even swinging their Bone Scythes in a wild flurry of attacks, causing Shen Lang immense trouble.

’No, I can’t stop. The moment I stop, I’ll have fallen right into their trap.’

’Based on the phenomena I saw from that old ghost’s ascension earlier, it will probably take less than three hours. If I don’t stop him within that time, he might break through to the Xuanwu Realm. At that point, I won’t even be able to escape with my tail between my legs.’

’But these Rakshasa Ghosts are incredibly cunning. They keep their distance in the air, using ranged Magic to attack, and refuse to enter my blade’s attack range. And these hordes of lesser ghosts are endless... even if I could kill them all, it would take hours.’

’These insidious Rakshasa Ghosts are also secretly releasing a poison gas! Even with the medicinal power of the Nine Immortals Lingzhi still in my system, I probably can’t withstand being in this toxic fog for long. Over time, it will put me at a complete disadvantage.’

’This place is at least fifty *li* away from where the Ghost King is ascending. At this stop-and-go pace, it’s impossible to get there within three hours!’

’They want to wear me down to death, wait until my Spiritual Power is depleted, and then kill me on the spot! But there’s one thing they could never imagine—I have the Tai Chi Diagram. Even if my Spiritual Power isn’t completely inexhaustible yet, sustaining myself for a day or two is no problem at all! The issue is that the Ghost King won’t give me that much time!’

’If I want to kill these Rakshasa Ghosts, the only way is to reach the Ghost King’s ascension site in the shortest time possible! Only then will they be forced to come down and face me head-on, regardless of the cost!’

As he swung his blade, Shen Lang ran through the entire situation for both sides. A moment later, a cold smile touched the corners of his lips.

”Thunder Control Divine Technique—Thunder Purgatory!”

Following Shen Lang’s explosive roar, a blinding white light erupted from his body, turning him into a massive ball of light!

Then, a tyrannical Thunder Power that made the horde of ghosts tremble with fear radiated from the ball of light. Terrified, the thousands of lesser ghosts in the area shrieked and scattered, ignoring the rebukes of the Rakshasa Ghosts.

”Be careful! The brat’s Thunder Attack is most likely aimed at us!”

One of the Rakshasa Ghosts suddenly spoke, its voice as grating as scraping metal.

The five Rakshasa Ghosts exchanged a look and simultaneously rose higher into the air, once again putting distance between themselves and Shen Lang.

Just as the five Rakshasa Ghosts gained altitude and the other lesser ghosts fled into the distance, the massive ball of light slowly faded. Shen Lang, his body covered in crisscrossing arcs of electricity, reappeared in the ghosts’ line of sight.

Shen Lang lifted his head and gave a brilliant smile toward the sky. Then, he raised his foot slightly and slammed it onto the ground. With an explosive BANG of Energy, his body shot forward thirty meters in an instant!

”Damn it, he’s trying to escape!” the Ghost King’s Divine Thought, which was circling in the air, cried out in exasperation.

What Thunder Purgatory? It was all thunder and no rain—just a bluff Shen Lang used to scare the ghosts. Seizing the opportunity, Shen Lang’s figure flickered several times. Before the Rakshasa Ghosts above could even react, he was already over a hundred meters away!

”Damn it! So cunning! So shameless! After him!”

The five Rakshasa Ghosts were fuming with rage. With a flicker of movement, they immediately shot after Shen Lang.

But at that very moment, without even turning his head, Shen Lang swung his blade back toward the sky.

The Celestial Water Blade, freshly infused with incomparably tyrannical Thunder Power, flashed brilliantly. A ferocious wave of Sword Qi arrived in an instant, slamming directly into the massive bodies of the five Rakshasa Ghosts.

Screams of agony erupted as the five Rakshasa Ghosts were sent flying backward from the blast!

In that brief moment, Shen Lang had once again widened the distance between them considerably.

The five Rakshasa Ghosts wanted to catch up and entangle him again, but it was no longer so simple.

As the endless ghost fog swept toward Shen Lang, he continued to run at top speed, wildly slashing at the empty air with the long blade in his hand. Amidst flashes of thunder and lightning, the peerlessly sharp light of his blade annihilated the descending Ghosts one by one.

No matter how numerous the low-level Ghosts were, they could not halt his advance!

BUZZ!

Just as Shen Lang was running at full speed, the empty space before him rippled like the surface of water, and a giant, ghostly face materialized.