Chapter 559

Chapter 559: Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals

"Fool!" Mo Qianxun sneered with icy contempt.

The Ghost Realm Patriarch’s ignorance left Mo Qianxun speechless. Mo Lanyun’s relentless pursuit had clear motives. First, slaughtering evil spirits granted her more water origin essence, directly enhancing her combat power—reason enough to fight desperately.

Moreover, as Fang Lie’s fiancée, how could she ignore her future father-in-law’s death at the Ghost Realm Sect’s hands? Even if only to prove her loyalty to her betrothed, she’d never allow You Youzi to escape alive.

As for self-harm? Meaningless concerns. Mo Qianxun had controlled Fang Lie’s clone for years, prioritizing Mo Lanyun’s needs over sect duties. He’d forced the clone to refine over twenty Nirvana Fire Seeds for her.

This meant Mo Lanyun now possessed an undying nature. Though inferior to Fang Lie’s prowess, she’d remain invincible until exhausting her fire seeds. Such security allowed her to master the reckless Blood Ignition Technique—a brutal method no noblewoman would dare touch without such safeguards.

Now, burning blood essence amplified Mo Lanyun’s Magic explosively. After obliterating a mediocre Ninth-Rank Flying Zombie, she rallied her vast rolling waters for a full assault on You Youzi.

You Youzi seethed. He’d sought only survival, yet she rejected even his surrender. Her self-destructive fury had destroyed his prized Ninth-Rank zombie—an intolerable insult!

Even clay dolls rebel when trampled, let alone a murderous fiend like You Youzi. Cornered, he resolved to drag her down with him.

Grimacing, he produced the Eighth-rank Ghostly Blade—a three-foot weapon of shifting smoke, pulsing with sickly green light and flickering divine symbols. This semi-corporeal ghost treasure bypassed defenses to sever souls on contact.

Yet he withheld direct attack. Against the Mo Sect’s little princess—armed with seven or eight Eighth-rank Treasures and near-Ninth-rank artifacts—his measly resources stood no chance.

Instead, he fed the blade into the Netherworld’s ghost gate.

In that realm, Eighth-rank treasures remained scarce. The observing Ghost King grinned greedily—such prizes barely numbered a dozen in his vaults. Without hesitation, he dispatched ten personal guards.

From the Celestial Platform’s ghost gate emerged ten black-armored colossi. Ten zhang tall, they gripped six-zhan swords while emanating suffocating death. Their armor and blades writhed with bean-sized faces—countless tortured souls of victims, eternally screaming.

The crowd erupted: "Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals—the Ghost King’s personal guard! How?!"

"Ninth-Rank elites he never parts with! You Youzi actually summoned them!"

"He paid an Eighth-rank blade!"

"Worth it! Each ghost general equals three Ninth-Rank zombies!"

"Amitābha! Such abominations defy heaven’s will. Victory or defeat, You Youzi’s doomed!"

These generals originated from millions of live sacrifices. Though initially Seventh-rank, they grew stronger with every soul consumed. Reaching Ninth-Rank required devouring tens of millions.

Unlike the crude Flying Zombie, these were masterwork killers—peerless among their rank. Together, they formed the Netherworld’s Ten-Directions Annihilation Formation.

Such a twisted scoundrel— even a Semi-Immortal would struggle to subdue him. An ordinary Thunder Tribulation Immortal stood no chance in single combat, and anyone trapped in his Formation might lose even the opportunity to flee!

Yet such creations violated natural order. Not only was their forging forbidden, merely summoning them incurred heaven’s wrath and clinging karma. None would summon these abominations except in direst need.

Cornered, You Youzi now felt emboldened by his Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals. Pointing at Mo Lanyun, he screamed hoarsely, "Slay this bitch! Let her know the cost of crossing me!"

Ghost Realm Patriarch’s eyes gleamed with sudden hope. Believing defeat certain moments ago, he now laughed uproariously at Mo Qianxun. "You must be regretting this now!"

"Idiot~" Mo Qianxun retorted with casual disdain.

The insult nearly made Ghost Realm Patriarch cough blood. Were he not painfully aware of Mo Qianxun’s superior strength, he’d have attacked recklessly.

Meanwhile, Mo Lanyun showed no fear. Eyes sparkling, she mused aloud, "Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals? Excellent! How much supreme water element materials would ten Ninth-Rank ghosts yield?"

You Youzi choked on his fury. "You? Defeat ten Ninth-Rank Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals? Have you gone mad?"

"What’s difficult about that?" Mo Lanyun smiled serenely before shooting skyward alone.

Radiating celestial purity like a Heavenly Immortal, her aura burned with holy conviction to purge all evil.

You Youzi instantly sensed impending doom. Though unclear of her methods, he urgently recalled his ghosts. "Protect me!"

The ten Soul-Capturing Ghost Generals wheeled back, forming the Ten-Directions Total Annihilation Formation around him. Black clouds and killing energy engulfed ten miles—death to any ordinary who approached.

Yet cowering within his defenses, You Youzi felt no safety. As apocalyptic dread gripped him, he desperately activated every protective treasure and divine skill.

All proved futile.

Mo Lanyun descended like sacred vengeance, hands pressed prayerfully. "Heaven tolerates no evil. Today I enact celestial justice—Compassionate Light shines upon all!"

Divine Light erupted from her body, blazing sun-bright. This living star plunged into the Formation.

Holy radiance detonated, scouring everything within thousand miles—black clouds, ghost generals, the mighty Formation itself—all purified instantly.

You Youzi vanished without scream, reduced to ash. Only gleaming piles of supreme Ninth-Rank water element materials remained, infused with spiritual essence.

Mo Lanyun too had disappeared.

Mutual annihilation.

Ghost Realm Patriarch roared, "Mo Qianxun! You imbecile! Trading your granddaughter for You Youzi? Was this worth it?"

"Ridding evil and protecting the way needs no justification," Mo Qianxun declared solemnly.

"Madman! Was your granddaughter equally deranged?" The Patriarch howled. "Burning spiritual roots means body and soul perish! No Reincarnation remains!"

Indeed, spiritual root bearers could unleash one cataclysmic technique—immolating their divine heritage. This released true immortal power even Semi-Immortals couldn’t withstand, reducing fearsome ghosts to nothing.

But the cost proved absolute: permanent annihilation beyond revival or Reincarnation. Most spiritual root users chose honorable death over this irreversible sacrifice.

None expected Mo Lanyun to deploy this forbidden move in her debut battle.

Spectators gaped in shock. Even Ghost Realm Patriarch stood speechless, struggling to comprehend such resolve.