A stranger entered the live streaming room.
Xu Ying: "Live ghost hunting."
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong: "666... Regardless of whether it's real or fake, I'll start by tipping ten yuan. Hope the host accepts it!"
Zhang Qun: "There's tipping? How do you tip?"
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong: "Recharge your account, duh."
Soon, a wave of tips flooded the live streaming room.
Zhang Qun tipped the host 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Zhang Qun tipped the host 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong: "Damn! What a high roller! That's a 10,000 RMB tip!"
Zhang Qun: "I'm rich and I do what I want."
Qin Boren tipped the live broadcast 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Qin Boren tipped the live broadcast 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Feng Ju tipped the live broadcast 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Yi Qinglian tipped the live broadcast 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Yue Shanshan tipped the live broadcast 100,000 Live Streaming Coins.
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong: "...Damn! Are you guys above all hyped up or something? I worship you, high rollers!"
Chu Hao took out a Soulrend Talisman and chanted, "Three Pure Ones, manifest your supreme presence! All evil demons from every quarter, reveal your true forms!"
The paper talisman burst into flames. Suddenly, shadows appeared from all directions. Some were clinging to the walls, others sprawled on the floor, all emanating black sinister energy. Their eyes, filled with extreme ferocity, stared fixedly at Chu Hao and Li Yin.
Such a terrifying scene would have scared ordinary people out of their wits. Li Yin's legs were trembling so badly he couldn't hold his phone steady.
Chu Hao chuckled and said, "My luck is pretty good tonight. Looks like we've got a small squad of fierce ghosts."
They were surrounded by at least seven or eight fierce ghosts. Any normal person stumbling in here would have been doomed.
Countless "666" messages flooded the live streaming room.
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong: "Holy crap! Isn't this like filming a movie?"
The ghosts pounced. They were all Evil Ghost Level. Chu Hao lunged forward, his Yin Yang Sword thrusting with lightning speed and ruthless precision, instantly eradicating two ghosts.
"Ding... Host has killed an Evil Ghost, gaining 5,000 Experience Points."
"Ding... Host has killed an Evil Ghost, gaining 5,000 Experience Points."
He was incredibly agile. Ghosts of that level couldn't even touch his clothes before being utterly obliterated. The Faceless Ghost, seeing this, didn't attack and instead turned to flee.
"Thinking of running?"
A Five Thunders Roar Talisman appeared in Chu Hao's hand. He recited the incantation, and black lightning crackled in his palm, emitting a piercing ZZZT sound as he hurled it towards the fleeing Faceless Ghost.
Super Invincible Great Handsome Dong cursed, "Damn! Is that Black Chidori?!"
The live streaming room exploded, with all sorts of "666" messages flooding the chat.
Everyone was dumbstruck, especially when they saw the lightning in Chu Hao's palm.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged, wielding a scepter that it smashed down fiercely.
Chu Hao quickly retreated, his eyes fixed on the person who had suddenly appeared.
It was a gaunt old man, tall and thin, with a wrinkled face and black fingernails. He wielded a scepter, and his muddy eyes fixed on Chu Hao as he said, "Kid, you're the one who dared to destroy my Faceless Ghost?"
Resting the Yin Yang Sword on his shoulder, Chu Hao smiled and said, "So that's why the Faceless Ghost was so arrogant. Turns out it had a backer."
"You destroyed my Faceless Ghost. You'll pay with your life," the gaunt old man licked his lips and said.
Chu Hao, unfazed by the threat, replied, "This Taoist Master is merely carrying out justice on behalf of Heaven. I didn't expect to lure you out, old man! Judging by the malevolent energy radiating from you, how many people have you killed?"
The gaunt old man replied coldly and ruthlessly, "When I, Ouyang Zhen, kill, I never need a reason. And you certainly won't be the last."
The live streaming room was in an uproar as everyone watched the scene unfold.
Wang Meng typed: "Holy moly! That old guy has some serious presence! Ouyang Zhen, huh? Next, you'll tell me he's Ouyang Feng!"
Tang Mo typed: "What a cocky old man! Beat him up!"
Old Yuan typed: "Ouyang Zhen?! Could it be Ouyang Zhen from the Ghost Dao Sect? Master Chu, be careful! He was a ruthless figure in that major battle eighteen years ago."
Feng Ju typed: "Ouyang Zhen... Eighteen years ago, he led 3,000 Ghost Soldiers in a fierce battle against Mingdao Zhenzi of Mao Mountain's Taoism. I can't believe he's still alive."
Qin Boren typed: "To the two of you who posted above, I don't quite understand. Is this Ouyang Zhen a big deal?"
Old Yuan typed: "A big deal? That's an understatement! He alone can lead Netherworld Soldiers through a passage and slaughter 100,000 people without any problem."
The live streaming room was stunned. Leading Netherworld Soldiers? Killing 100,000 people?!
This was a big fish. The Seventh District had been looking for him for eighteen years, and now he had appeared here, encountered by Chu Hao.
Ouyang Zhen made his move. His scepter smashed down, and Chu Hao swung his sword to block. Sparks flew as both fighters retreated.
Chu Hao was surprised, his arm trembling slightly. This old man is very strong; my strength from the Intermediate Marrow Cleansing Manual is only just enough to match him.
Ouyang Zhen was equally surprised. "Impressive, young man, to be able to block my strike. Why don't you become my disciple and learn the Ghost Path?"
Chu Hao laughed. "Old man, you're giving yourself too much credit. Even the founder of the Ghost Path wouldn't dare speak to me ... Don't think I'm not giving you a chance; I'll let you make three moves."
Ouyang Zhen's interest was piqued. "Good. Today, I shall test the strength of you, a member of the younger generation."
He smashed his scepter on the ground, and the concrete actually cracked. The scepter stood embedded in the broken surface.
This scene left the viewers in the live streaming room utterly dumbstruck and gaping in shock. That was a concrete floor, and he smashed it to pieces! How much strength must that take?!
Old Yuan typed: "So... so powerful! Truly worthy of being someone who could stand toe-to-toe with the ancestral masters of Mao Mountain's Taoism!"
Ouyang Zhen bit his finger, dripped blood onto the scepter, and his hands quickly formed a series of seals. He bellowed, "Three thousand of the Ghost Path, Military Generals of the Ghost Gate, heed my command!"
A Ghost Military General appeared. It rode a warhorse and wielded a long saber, looking exactly like the legendary Ghost Samurai.
It was massive, a full fist taller than an adult human and over three meters high, emanating a suffocating, oppressive aura.
Li Yin's hands were trembling so much he could barely hold his phone; he shivered uncontrollably.
Someone angrily typed: "Hey, camera guy, if you keep shaking, I guarantee I *won't* beat you to death!"
Li Yin immediately cursed back: "Damn it! You try holding it if you've got the nerve! Say one more word, and I'm turning this stream off!"
"Daddy! Please don't turn it off."
Li Yin gloated, Go on, flame me all you want! Take that!
The viewers in the live streaming room could only sigh. Indeed, who could stay calm in such a situation?
Through the live stream, they could feel the terror of the Ghost Gate's Military General. This suffocating sensation made them worry for Chu Hao.
Ouyang Zhen, arms crossed, said, "Kid, it's your turn."
Chu Hao, with his sword behind his back, shook his head. "For a cultivator like myself, one person and one sword are all that's needed."
"Ding… Host has acted profoundly pretentious, gaining 70 Pretentiousness Points."
Ouyang Zhen snorted coldly. "Bold! Kill him."
The Ghost Military General charged forward on its horse, its long saber slashing down sharply.
Chu Hao raised his sword to block.
The earsplitting sound of metal colliding sent sparks flying. Chu Hao retreated several paces, looking at the Ghost Military General with surprise.
Chu Hao said, "Old man, you've finally managed to pique my interest."
Truthfully, ever since obtaining the Cleansing Marrow Scripture and the Shushan Sword Manual, I haven't met a worthy opponent. This Ghost Military General is a fitting test for my current strength.
Ouyang Zhen was furious. His hands formed seals as he commanded the Ghost Military General to attack.
The two exchanged blows, their speed reaching incredible heights. It was a pure collision of power, and the terrifying, intermingled energies of Sword Qi and saber Qi radiated from their clash.
The two battled with such ferocity that it seemed the sky itself darkened and the earth dimmed.