Chapter 1229: Showing Off Skills

"Hurry!" Dong Rui shouted, "Kill it quickly!"

The Ghost Ape had four hands, but the fat zombie, with its multitude of limbs, was desperately attacking it. Its sharp hooks and claws continuously jabbed at the ape's eyes and neck, leaving the ape unable to free its hands.

"Here it comes."It was He Lingchuan's voice.

No sooner had he spoken than a long-hafted iron spear descended from the sky, piercing the fat zombie's eye with a whoosh!

It was a true descent from the heavens, shot straight down from the sky. Such was its force that the spearhead passed straight through the back of the zombie's skull, pinning it to the ground!

It was perfectly precise.

Dong Rui sighed in relief but also rolled his eyes. "Why do you always make the most dramatic entrance?"

Thinking back, it seemed this was how it always happened ever since their "Havoc in Heaven" incident.

The Eyeball Spider relayed He Lingchuan's message: "How about we switch places?"

"Uh..." Never mind, he was probably destined to be a behind-the-scenes worker anyway.

A strange bird swooped down from the sky, and Ghost King Xuanlu immediately sensed its presence:

"It's here.""The Rakshasa Armor is here."

It didn't even have to search; the Rakshasa Armor had come to him?

Even using another's body, Xuanlu felt his blood boil at that moment. Could his three-hundred-year-old vendetta with the Rakshasa Armor finally be settled today?

No sooner had this thought formed than a person leaped from the strange bird's back, hurtling towards him like a cannonball!

And in Ghost King Xuanlu's perception, the Rakshasa Armor was also rapidly approaching him.

The newcomer was, of course, He Lingchuan.

He was already very skilled at high-altitude descents.

As Ghost King Xuanlu looked up, his eyes reflected a flash of cold light from a spear tip.

The weapon that had just pierced the fat zombie was merely an ordinary long spear; the one He Lingchuan now wielded against the Ghost King was the Soaring Dragon Spear.

An invisible aura extended three feet from the spearhead, and He Lingchuan's first strike upon descending was as fierce as a lightning bolt.

Both Qi Tianbo and Wang Xuanlu were renowned for their spear techniques, but Ghost King Xuanlu dared not meet the attack head-on, choosing instead to leap away, retreating five feet.

His warhorse didn't even have time to whinny before it was crushed, its bones shattered and sinews torn. Fortunately, it felt no pain, as the long spear had pierced its brain instantly.

Within two zhang around them, dust exploded from the ground, and both zombies and soldiers were thrown back by the shockwave.

After landing, He Lingchuan immediately fired a sleeve arrow, then grabbed the Soaring Dragon Spear and continued to pursue Ghost King Xuanlu.

No sooner had the Ghost King dodged the sleeve arrow than He Lingchuan's spear tip was at his chest again.

This fellow was truly faster than a ghost.

In just two breaths, they exchanged five rounds of blows.

He Lingchuan's Thunderclap Spear technique, learned from the Great Wind Army, was sharp, ruthless, and devoid of embellishment, while Ghost King Xuanlu's spear technique was bizarrely unpredictable, light, and elusive.

As they fought, a fierce wind howled within five zhang around them, and neither humans nor ghosts dared to approach.

He Lingchuan tested a few moves and knew that this fellow's combat strength was formidable, by no means an empty reputation.

He dodged two spear thrusts, and Ghost King Xuanlu's spear tip struck a tree trunk behind He Lingchuan, withdrawing instantly with an air of effortlessness. However, the tree trunk immediately turned black, and after a dozen breaths, yellow leaves rustled down.

If that spear were to strike a person, it would be disastrous.

He Lingchuan also heard Fu Liushan shouting a warning from nearby: "The Ghost King's spear can absorb the life force of living beings, be careful!"

At this moment, Ghost King Xuanlu moved two fingers, and shadowy threads were pulled in the dark night. Immediately, dozens of his Death Warriors were controlled, turning back to block He Lingchuan.

It had no qualms about using numbers to overwhelm a single opponent.

These dozens of Death Warriors were virtually its extensions, so this was still a battle between the Ghost King and He Lingchuan.

However, several Situ squads charged forward at this point. Each team collectively carried a tree horizontally, pushing it with all their might against the Ghost King's Death Warriors.

Upon closer inspection, these trees generally had trunks thicker than a large bowl. The Situ family's army specifically sought out tree species with hard branches and many forks, embedding iron arrowheads into the tips of the branches.

This way, when they charged the Death Warriors, the latter would be entangled in the branches unless they immediately fled. It was easy to get in but difficult to get out, and the iron arrowheads showed no mercy when piercing flesh.

The Death Warriors swung their blades to hack at the tree trunks, hoping to break free, but the entangling branches were so numerous and dense that they couldn't possibly cut them all in a short time.

They were completely trapped, unable to stand steady. Even with immense strength, they couldn't utilize their skills.

The tactic was utterly unyielding.

At this point, the Situ soldiers, who had been waiting on the sidelines, moved in with their spears and lances, stabbing them one by one.

When conscious, they had been Gao Pu people, but now they were the enemy's pawns and accomplices. Even if the Situ soldiers felt reluctance, they dared not hesitate in their actions.

This method of slaying enemies was conceived by Situ Yu and named "Push-Bristle Technique." Squads carrying tree trunks rampaged across the battlefield. Enemies in front couldn't reach them, but they could entangle opponents in the branches. If several teams charged simultaneously side-by-side, the effect was no different from that of giant elephant zombies, sweeping up all enemies in their path.

Even the Ghost King's Death Warriors, over a hundred of them, were cut down in one fell swoop.

Their strength, combat techniques, and reactions were unmatched by ordinary soldiers. The Ghost King's control was exquisite, so the Death Warriors coordinated with each other seamlessly, even able to cut through heavy enemy lines multiple times.

However, Situ Yu's single tactic countered all methods: no matter how formidable they were, the Push-Bristle Technique could entangle them all!

Intricate micro-management and flashy techniques were defeated by crude, brute force.

Ghost King Xuanlu stifled a mouthful of old blood, so enraged he almost vomited.

It still had to steel itself to deal with the Rakshasa Armor; that was the immediate priority.

After exchanging a few blows with He Lingchuan, it also sensed that something was amiss:

This young man's combat strength was formidable and indeed troublesome; it was no wonder the Rakshasa Armor had chosen him as its master. But!

Where was the Rakshasa Armor's own power? Why wasn't it manifesting?

Ghost King Xuanlu had fought the Rakshasa Armor twice before and knew well how much it enhanced its master. When Bao Ning wore the Rakshasa Armor, he could summon nearly a hundred armored puppets to fight, making him equivalent to an entire army.

Most importantly, the Rakshasa Armor carried immense karmic sin from its killings, giving off a towering aura of murderous intent and being riddled with malevolent karma. Even a ghost of Xuanlu's profound cultivation dared not touch it.

However, from this youth, he could not feel any trace of malevolent karma!

What did this mean?

The Rakshasa Armor was still worn by the opponent, but it had no power?

Ghost King Xuanlu tried two more moves, solidifying this deduction, and couldn't help but be overjoyed:

Malevolent karma was both the Rakshasa Armor's curse and its source of power.

Whether the malevolent karma on the armor was isolated or purified, intentional or accidental, the fact was it couldn't take effect, meaning the evil armor's power would drop by several levels.

So, what was there to fear about the Rakshasa Armor now?

Feeling completely at ease, Ghost King Xuanlu couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Ignorant brat, you've completely ruined this magnificent evil armor! You are courting death."

Otherwise, with this youth's combat strength and the Rakshasa Armor's enhancement, I would probably struggle to win tonight again.

His previous two defeats had been frustrating, but this time, he had already devised a countermeasure. Who would have thought, who would have thought, that the difficulty would drop by several levels directly.

The Rakshasa Armor! He finally had the chance to seize the Black Dragon's legacy treasure!