Chapter 119
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Chapter 119: Yin Soldiers Crossing Borders
Being silently and eerily stared at by so many humans, both Wan Yangyu and the old man felt chills run through their bodies.
Wan Yangyu particularly never imagined Mu Lin had replaced most tavern guests with paper figures.
"How sinister… Even without that mysterious attack, we’d still lose miserably if we fought…"
Wan Yangyu now completely surrendered.
The intruding old man also grew uneasy.
He’d never want to provoke someone like Mu Lin if possible.
But this wasn’t about avoiding conflict – Mu Lin simply wouldn’t spare him.
Cornered, the elder instead felt liberated.
"Heh. Invisibility, substitutes, curses, disguises… You’re formidable indeed. But if I can’t kill you…"
He breathed heavily, arms spreading wide.
"…I’ll slaughter everyone in this city instead!"
With this roar, he unleashed all the evil ghosts and evil spirits he’d kept.
"Feast! Slaughter! Devour everything!"
"If you won’t show yourself, Spring Fountain City dies with me!"
"You dare!!!"
Chief Constable Gu Quan of Spring Fountain City erupted, unable to stay silent.
Inside Spring Fountain Tavern, Mu Lin’s eyes narrowed.
He recognized the old man’s taunts as bait. Crude yet effective bait.
Mu Lin couldn’t ignore mass murder.
More importantly – he feared no one.
In cunning, Mu Lin surpassed him. In direct combat, victory was certain.
Facing the ghostly horde, Mu Lin calmly clapped.
"You want me? Come then."
The old man’s face lit up.
_’Foolish brat falls for simple trick… Hmm?’_
His triumph froze mid-snarl.
First shock: The tavern floor quaked and split open. Black fog erupted from below, engulfing everything.
Mu Lin’s true body had been hiding underground all along.
Second shock: Mu Lin’s overwhelming power.
The fog spread like dark tides. From within emerged Yin soldiers – spectral cavalry brandishing swords.
Black-robed ghost officials followed, Soul Binding Chains clinking, tokens gleaming.
Nearly hundred Yin soldiers and dozens of ghost officials materialized. Though chillingly unnatural, their procession carried grim solemnity.
The black-robed old man’s evil spirits were clearly no match for Mu Lin’s Yin soldiers and ghost officials.
The former resembled disorderly street thugs, while the latter stood as a disciplined Phantom Army – the disparity between them immediately obvious.
Seeing his evil ghosts’ shabby appearance compared to the imposing Yin soldiers made Zhuang Ding’s face darken. He snorted, "Evil ghosts rely on power, not looks…"
His attempt to save face ended abruptly as the armies clashed.
The true gap became evident when fighting commenced.
"Jijiji…"
"Die!"
"Slaughter them!"
"Spirit of the Formation: No retreat, no surrender!"
"Boom… roar…"
The Yin soldiers astride Yin Spirit warhorses shattered the black-robed old man’s evil ghosts with a single charge.
"Impossible!" the old man croaked, face twisting. His forces outnumbered Mu Lin’s, their strength comparable – yet they collapsed like paper walls.
The confusion extended beyond Zhuang Ding. Wan Yangyu, Dongfang Ya, Qi Qiu, and even the evil ghosts themselves couldn’t comprehend their defeat. Though the vicious evil spirits tried counterattacking during the Phantom Army’s charge, their efforts proved futile. A mysterious power – the city god’s blessing – nullified their attacks.
Conversely, the Yin soldiers’ swords and Soul Binding Chains wreaked havoc. Ghost officials swung their chains with particular effectiveness; any evil ghost ensnared would collapse powerless. Violent strugglers earned whip-like lashes from the chains.
Crack!
Sizzle…
Zhuang Ding’s evil spirits wailed as if scalded when struck. The natural advantage of underworld forces over malevolent beings proved absolute. Despite numerical superiority, the black-robed old man’s forces could only scream and beg for mercy under the systematic assault.
"ROAR!"
Watching his subordinates fall, Zhuang Ding finally abandoned restraint. He lunged at the Yin soldiers – only to meet sudden resistance mid-air with a thunderous "Bang!"
His blocker wasn’t human. A blue-skinned demon with tusks and a Steel Fork barred his path – the transformed Funeral Yasha, now radiating terrifying power matching the Phantom Army’s might.
Although its appearance was still terrifying and ferocious, the black judge’s robes gave it a special kind of dignity. Runes bearing Vajra Strength characters now covered its entire body – this was the triple-layered Vajra Strength talismans formation.
As Mu Lin’s top subordinate, this night demon possessed high rank and immense capacity. Though Mu Lin couldn’t stack Vajra Strength to nine layers normally, he’d inscribed three complete sets of talismans on the night demon. Three times three made nine, multiplying its strength ninefold – enough to stop the black-robed old man.
"ROAR!"
"SWISH!"
When blocked, the old man immediately charged. The night demon retaliated with spear thrusts, refusing to yield.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The old man fought like a maddened tiger, claws shrieking through air to carve meter-long gashes in earth and buildings. But Mu Lin’s night demon matched him – its bloodline of flight granted blinding speed, while the triple talisman formations boosted strength and defense to match. With all attributes maximized, it clashed fearlessly against the old man.
Their battle became a blur of afterimages. Shockwaves tore through the air, shattered buildings, and scarred the earth. Yet despite the night demon’s enhancements, the black-robed elder should have prevailed through superior martial skills. The night demon landed one strike for every three or five from the old man – odds favoring the elder.
But two coffin nails had pierced the old man’s Corpse Dog and Thief Swallower souls. The first caused intermittent dizziness, disrupting his focus. The second destroyed his immunity. As demonic energy surged during battle, it corroded his body faster. Fighting with these two negative conditions – "random vertigo" and "constant corruption" – made victory impossible.
Worse, the night demon’s strikes carried the power of Heaven’s Funeral. Normally, the old man’s demonic energy could resist this. But with broken immunity, the corrosive power spread rapidly through his body. Within moments, patches of his flesh decayed and withered before Mu Lin and Wan Yangyu’s eyes.
"This will kill me…"
Realizing this, the old man unleashed his full power. With an explosive BOOM, his black robe transformed into tiger skin that fused with his body. Bones cracked as wings sprouted from his ribs – becoming a winged black demon-tiger that finally overpowered the night demon.
CRASH!
The transformed elder smashed the night demon into a crater. Instead of finishing it, he charged at Mu Lin’s true body.
"Noticed me?" Mu Lin remained calm.
Chains surged like metal serpents while Yin soldiers attacked – some charging on Yin Spirit steeds, others throwing spears or firing arrows. Most of the old man’s evil ghosts had already been purged.
Beside Mu Lin appeared a little girl in judge’s robes, clutching a book. Giggling at the demon-tiger, she proclaimed: "Zhuang Ding! For breeding evil spirits, devouring humans, slaughtering innocents, and defying underworld justice – you’re sentenced to a Thousand Cuts, the Copper Pillar and Boiling Oil, and eternal damnation!"
This wasn’t justification – it was her attack. The city god’s two judges: the martial judge captures evils, while the civil judge’s verdicts bind and kill.
