Chapter 1498: Old Enemy

"This annoying smell of fireworks... every time I smell it, it makes me feel uncomfortable all over," Little Luck said with a dark face, looking at Sun Bumian as if he were looking at a nuisance.

"Heh, then stop breathing," Sun Bumian retorted without showing any weakness.

Little Luck ignored his provocation and spoke again, "Auspicious Omen, you’d better get this straight: this is the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury, not your world of the living... In the past thousand years, you’ve broken into the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury to see your master time and time again, at least a hundred times. How much nonsense do you and your master have to say??"

Sun Bumian: ...

Sun Bumian’s mouth twitched, wanting to defend himself, but he was indeed a bit embarrassed:

"Um... I’m actually not here specifically to see my master this time; I brought friends... Of course, since I’m here, I have to see him. After all, it’s been several hundred years, and I miss the old man."

"What do you think our Ghost Path Ancient Treasury is? A place you can come and go as you please? It’s not enough for you to come yourself, you have to bring a bunch of people... Do you really think this is a tourist attraction?!"

The more Little Luck spoke, the angrier he got. His rage climbed rapidly, and even the chains tethering Tan Xin behind him shook violently!

"In the past when you came, you were Tier 8, and we couldn't keep you. Now you’re only Tier 7..."

"Since you’re here, stay and keep your master company."

The white robe swept across the sky, charging straight at Sun Bumian. Although he didn't use any mental energy, his Ghost Path divine abilities were still ready to be unleashed!

Sun Bumian sneered:

"Tier 7?"

"Since you aren't afraid of me, a Seventh-Tier, why use [Stop-Goe] to lock my mental energy? Let me guess... you know what would happen if my power were unleashed, don't you?"

Xiao Ji’s expression darkened. Having dealt with each other for thousands of years, he naturally knew how terrifying Sun Bumian’s Reincarnation Power was. Don't let his current Seventh-Tier status fool you; once he was determined to kill his way through the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury at any cost, he could immediately recover his former Eighth-Tier strength... or even higher.

Fortunately, in the last two years, a high-tier [Stop-Goe] had emerged among humanity. This was perhaps the only way to keep Sun Bumian in check, and it was the trump card the Ghost Path Envoys had specifically hidden away to deal with him.

"Enough talk."

Xiao Ji flicked his sleeve, and chains connected directly to the Underworld River. With the massive influx of ghostly power, his Ghost Path divine abilities were pushed to their limit by Suxi!

He raised his hand and pointed at Sun Bumian from afar:

"[Finger of Delusion-Breaking]."

A terrifying pressure that shook the heavens and earth descended along with Xiao Ji’s pointing finger. The lethality contained within was dozens of times greater than what Kongwang had unleashed in the Tian-Shu Domain. That inexhaustible Underworld River was the Ghost Path Envoys' advantage in fighting on their home turf, and their greatest source of confidence!

Sun Bumian let out a cold snort. The flames of the Waking Lion ignited upon him, and the rich, mundane scent of human life spread wildly throughout the Ghost Path...

"If you want to duel with me, then come!"

He raised his hand and pressed it toward the massive descending finger...

Theater Path Secret Technique, [Sleeve-Hand Pushing the Heavens]!

A finger and a palm collided violently in the void, and the visible shockwave swept across the horizon!

……

"Not cool, man..."

"Where the hell did this bring me??"

On the other side of the Underworld River, Jian Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar ruins of high-rise buildings around him, his eyes filled with deep bewilderment.

Rustle—

A plastic bag, carried by a light breeze, flew beneath the dim sky. The ruins of towering buildings were scattered everywhere. In the reflection of a skyscraper’s glass, a figure in white slowly approached.

Jian Changsheng frowned and whipped his head around, one hand gripping the hilt of the sword behind his waist, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"The Soldier God Path, is it..."

"This killing intent... it’s somewhat familiar."

A voice without a ripple came from afar. As the pale robes fluttered in the wind, a deep face, sculpted like a mask, was exposed to Jian Changsheng’s view...

Ghost Path Ancient Treasury Envoy, [Da'an].

"Tsk."

"So we ran into each other after all."

As Jian Changsheng’s palm tightened, ancient killing intent gushed from the scabbard. He slowly drew the long sword from behind his waist, and black armor, condensed from killing intent, climbed onto his body!

Jian Changsheng held the sword in one hand and held his other palm upright. With a determined gaze, he slowly drew the blade across his palm, and streaks of scarlet blood flowed down his arm.

Blood Observation.

Domain activated!

As the ring of killing intent gathered behind Jian Changsheng, Da'an’s closed eyes trembled slightly.

"As expected..." Da'an said faintly.

"Since that’s the case..."

Pale sleeves were raised, and Da'an’s index finger pointed directly at the flowing Underworld River in the sky.

A chain flew from his fingertip, precisely snaring a ghost within the Underworld River. As the chain retracted, the ghost streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed beside Da'an!

The sweeping gale brushed past Jian Changsheng’s black hair. He held his long sword in front of him, his gaze fixed on the phantom of the ghost snared by the chain...

The next second, he froze in place.

Boom—!!

A towering pillar of ancient killing intent erupted from Da'an’s body!!

Black battle armor gathered over Da'an’s white robes, and a ring of killing intent rotated silently behind him. Da'an reached out and grasped the void, and a long sword, identical to Jian Changsheng’s, fell into his palm...

The chain swayed gently in the air.

An incomplete ghost floated silently by his side.

Soldier God Path, [Asura] Path...

God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.

……

Vermilion earrings danced lightly in the wind.

Chen Ling tilted his head slightly and looked behind him...

"You Ghost Path Ancient Treasury folks really think highly of me..." Chen Ling said calmly.

In the dark street behind him, two figures in white stood atop two extinguished streetlights. Their robes fluttered in the wind, their pale cheeks like ghosts.

"You actually sent two Envoys?"

"One must be cautious when dealing with Mockery Disaster," Chiku snorted coldly. "As for that Sixth-Tier Medicine God Path, he won't live long anyway. Crushing him is as simple as crushing an ant."

Hearing this, Chen Ling’s gaze sharpened.

"...What did you say?"

"What he said doesn't matter," another white-robed Envoy with two black ram horns on his forehead said grimly. "Today, we avenge Kongwang."

The last Envoy of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury, [Liulian].

As Liulian pointed a finger, a chain shot straight toward the Underworld River.

Ghost-Driving Art activated. He seemed to have grabbed a specific ghost and forcibly dragged it back down to earth. When that ghost descended, an incomparably powerful aura swept across the street!

It was a ghost just as powerful as the Sun Simiao controlled by Chiku.

The moment the ghost revealed its true form, Chen Ling’s gaze sank slightly...

A British gentleman’s trench coat fluttered without wind in the ghost city. His slightly curly black hair hung loose. As those gem-like, crystal-clear eyes slowly opened, the pressure of the Thief God Path descended suddenly.

Former Thief God Path Demigod, leader of the Fire-Tamperers...

The Silver King, Li Laide.