"Kakaka! A Magic Treasure refined from Nine Nether Iron, not bad, not bad. I am in need of an offensive Magic Treasure, and this sword is just right," a harsh and unpleasant voice echoed from the darkness.

A hunched figure slowly came into view, an old man in a green robe, leaning on a black cane topped with a huge skull that had two eerily burning green flames in its eye sockets.

The old man, seemingly all skin and bones, had unusually large eyes that glinted with a hungry wolf-like green light, staring intently at the Soul Destroying Sword.

This person's presence was not weak either, having reached the Mid-stage of Core Formation.

The Three-eyed Crow that the group had been chasing earlier was now obediently following behind the old man, appearing to be his spirit pet.

"It seems that you were the one who deliberately used this Three-eyed Crow to lead us here," Yuan Ming said slowly.

"Indeed, one of my Magic Treasures is in need of a few Core Formation Stage cultivator souls for nourishment. I specially invited you for a visit. You may leave, but your souls will stay," the green-robed old man chuckled, the green flames in the skull on his cane flaring intensely.

Fang Youting's heart chilled, and he instinctively gripped his Purple Steel Fork tighter.

Yuan Ming suddenly spread his fingers, and the Soul Destroying Sword shot out, hovering in mid-air above his head.

Thin trails of Sword Qi shot out from the Soul Destroying Sword, instantly forming a black curtain of sword energy around the two of them.

Almost at the same time, several dozen arrow-shaped white vapors shot out from the nearby void, colliding with the black sword curtain.

A series of dense explosions sounded as the black sword curtain spun and cut with alarmingly fast rotation, completely obliterating the arrow-shaped white vapors.

Only now did Fang Youting react, and just as he was about to raise his Purple Steel Fork to assist, it was already over, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

His Cultivation was higher than Yuan Ming's, yet after this series of battles, Yuan Ming's strength had far exceeded his expectations.

Yuan Ming formed another spell, and several streaks of black Sword Qi separated from the sword curtain, striking a spot in the void dozens of feet away in an instant, erupting into a burst of black light.

The figure of the man in white emerged from the bursting white light in the void, his face twisted in agony.

Yuan Ming's gaze swept over the ghost, and he cast the Dream Butterfly Illusion Technique again. The man in white's body suddenly froze, immobilized by Yuan Ming's Illusion Technique.

Fang Youting finally caught up with Yuan Ming's pace, shooting out more than a dozen thick bolts of purple thunder from his Purple Steel Fork towards the man in white.

The figure of the man in white suddenly flickered and vanished into thin air, and the bolts of purple thunderstrikes missed their mark.

Yuan Ming was slightly taken aback and looked down.

The man in white had, somehow, appeared next to the old man.

"Good reflexes, to see through a netherworld ghost's invisibility. Considering that both of you have decent strength, just surrender obediently. Give up half your Divine Souls, and I shall show leniency by sparing your lives instead of turning you into Ghost Slaves," the green-robed old man said with a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"You are merely at the mid-stage of Core Formation, how can you be so arrogantly confident?" Yuan Ming scoffed.

"Since you are unwilling to give up your souls, I shall have to take them myself," the eyes of the green-robed old man turned cold, he slammed his black cane hard on the ground, and the green flames in the skull's eyes blazed vehemently.

Swarms of ghosts surged out like a flood, lunging towards Yuan Ming and the other.

The man in white's body once again merged into the void, and the red-dressed female ghost also shot out from the darkness, lunging towards them.

"Keep moving upward, protect yourself well!" Yuan Ming's gaze intensified as he transmitted his voice to Fang Youting. The Soul Destroying Sword shone with black light, enveloping his body and charging into the countless ghosts above.

The Soul Destroying Sword, with its Divine Power to extinguish souls, either tore the approaching ghosts apart or obliterated them completely, unable to hinder it in the slightest.

Fang Youting hurriedly followed, shooting out a series of purple thunders from his Purple Steel Fork, forming a layer of thunder and lightning protective shield around him. The ghosts found it difficult to approach, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the top of the underground cave.

Fang Youting was overjoyed and aimed for the crevice at the top of the cave, but suddenly, a sneer sounded in his ear.

Then, his field of vision shattered abruptly, and he found himself standing on the cave floor, having not flown up to the top at all.

The green-robed old man stood not far away, but Yuan Ming was nowhere to be seen.

"Illusion Technique!" Fang Youting's face changed.

In the mid-air above, countless ghosts were swarmingly moving towards one spot, clearly chasing after Yuan Ming.

"That young man above dares to offend me; I plan to let him endure the agony of being consumed by a thousand ghosts. As for you, would you hand over your Divine Soul yourself, or should I extract your soul myself?" the green-robed old man said to Fang Youting expressionlessly.

Fang Youting's face paled, and he suddenly turned into a beam of purple light, once again flying towards the opening in the cave above.

"Foolish," the green-robed old man shook his head, a black shadow shot out from his third eye, revealing a smaller Three-eyed Crow, flapping its wings chasing after Fang Youting.

"Divine Soul Transformation! You're a Soul Cultivator!" Fang Youting exclaimed in shock.

The Three-eyed Soul Dove was incredibly fast, even faster than Fang Youting's tunneling speed, and in an instant, it caught up and pecked at him with its sharp beak.

Fang Youting was not defenseless himself; he channeled his Mana into the Purple Steel Fork, shooting out three thick bolts of purple thunder towards the Three-eyed Soul Dove.

But the ghostly dove behind disintegrated suddenly, turning into a misty form with only its head remaining solid.

The three bolts of purple thunder struck the misty form of the soul dove, "zzzt" passing right through.

The black mist formed by the Soul Dove evaporated slightly, but overall, it was not significantly affected. The eye in the forehead of the dove widened, shooting out a fine beam of Blood Light directly at Fang Youting.

The Blood Light moved with astonishing speed; Fang Youting couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the chest, the Blood Light penetrating straight into him.

Fang Youting's face showed a look of terror, and the next moment his eyes filled with intense Blood Light, his expression turned vacant, and his figure stopped midair, unmoving.

The Three-eyed Soul Dove let out a triumphant screech, flapping its wings and pouncing towards Fang Youting's head.

Just then, a black Sword Shadow shot down from above, it was the Soul Destroying Sword, aimed at the body of the Three-eyed Soul Dove.

Yuan Ming followed closely after the Soul Destroying Sword, but the ghosts above surprisingly did not pursue him, continuing to surge towards a certain spot on the cave ceiling, as if Yuan Ming was there.

The green-robed old man's face showed surprise, then quickly regained calmness, making a pinching motion in the air.

The Three-eyed Soul Dove completely ignored the incoming Soul Destroying Sword, its head snapping towards Yuan Ming, the third eye on its forehead firing off another beam of Blood Light faster than before.

Yuan Ming couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the Blood Light, his eyes also filled with strands of Blood Light, but they faded away immediately.

The Soul Destroying Sword remained unaffected, stabbing into the body of the soul dove.

Several fierce Sword Qi burst forth from within the Soul Destroying Sword, violently tearing through.

The Three-eyed Soul Dove's body completely disintegrated, turning into a dissipating Black Mist, all of which was absorbed by the Soul Destroying Sword.

Screams came from the side; not far away, Fang Youting's chest had burst open with a bloodied hole, the green-robed old man's Three-eyed Crow had at some point stealthily moved in, striking Fang Youting dead with one claw.

The Three-eyed Crow grabbed Fang Youting's corpse and flew deeper into the cave.

Yuan Ming's eyes flickered, but he did not chase after the Three-eyed Crow.

He had protected Fang Youting several times, which was as much as could be expected of him; the man's inferior strength, leading to his demise here, was simply his fate.

"To use such a wide-ranging Illusion Technique, affecting thousands of ghosts in the cave, and not being influenced by the Soul-stealing Blood Light, it seems my guess was correct, you're also a Soul Cultivator." The green-robed old man sized up Yuan Ming with an ugly smile on his face.

"Since we're both Soul Cultivators, having suffered relentless pursuit in the Black Wind Desert, we can empathize with each other. How about we stop here?" Yuan Ming said.

"Stop? You, a fledgling who has just entered the Love Witch Realm, dare to negotiate terms with me?" The green-robed old man sneered, his black walking stick gesturing in the air.

Numerous thin strands of green light shot out from the stick, heading straight for Yuan Ming without a sound.

Yuan Ming, not daring to be careless, brought out the Golden Sun Ruler, transforming it into nearly a hundred ruler shadows, which collided with the green threads.

However, the moment they touched, the ruler shadows dissipated like smoke, leaving only the Golden Sun Ruler floating in mid-air, wrapped by green threads with its spirit light visibly fading.

Yuan Ming, seeing this, stimulated the Soul Destroying Sword, dozens of Sword Qi burst forth, cutting through the green light threads.

These green threads contained Soul Power, and the Soul Destroying Sword should be effective against them.

Indeed, the green threads were cut piece by piece by the Sword Energy of the Soul Destroying Sword, and the Golden Sun Ruler broke free.

"Do you really want to fight me to the death? There is no old grudge between us. With this Soul Destroying Sword in my hand, your Soul Cultivation Divine Power will mostly likely be restricted by me. Continuing this fight, you may not gain much advantage." Yuan Ming said solemnly.

"Youngster, I have roamed the Cultivation World for hundreds of years; don't embarrass yourself with these inferior tricks! Your Magic Treasure is indeed good, but it requires a significant amount of Soul Power to activate. Moreover, you need to continue casting the Illusion Technique, influencing the ghosts in the cave. With the Soul Power of someone who has just entered the Love Witch Realm, how long can you last?" The green-robed old man said with a cold laugh, the black walking stick pointing into the void again.

Countless green light threads whistled out again, striking towards Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming's expression suddenly darkened, as if the green-robed old man had struck a nerve, but internally he sneered secretly.

Ever since he refined the outer golden prohibition of the Stealing Heaven Tripod, he could easily draw on the flow of Desire Power within the Stealing Heaven Tripod, replenishing his Soul Power at any time; if it came to a battle of Soul Power exhaustion, he was not worried at all.

While considering his options, Yuan Ming waved and stimulated the Soul Destroying Sword, shooting out Sword Qi after Sword Qi, cutting all the green light threads, and controlling the nearby White Bone Knife with casting.

This knife shot towards the green-robed old man, the blade emanating dazzling white light, solidifying into a gigantic blade light over a dozen feet long, twined with thick white cold flame, looking unstoppable.

Yuan Ming gestured, and the vast blade light followed, cleaving down on the old man's head!

"Not a bad bone knife, my luck today really isn't bad." The green-robed old man laughed, the black walking stick left his hand, transforming into a dark Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon stirred up thick Black Mist around it, with two claws gesturing upwards, colliding with the White Bone Knife.

With a loud "clang", the White Bone Knife was stopped in mid-air, unable to descend.

The green-robed old man made a gesture with his hands, and the Flood Dragon's mouth opened wide, spurting out a stream of nether green Flames that wrapped around the White Bone Knife.

These nether green flames also contained Divine Soul Power, and once they touched the White Bone Knife, they quickly infiltrated it.

The spirit light of the White Bone Knife instantly became unstable, wobbling as if it were drunk.

Yuan Ming recalled the knife with all his might, managing to pull it back before it completely failed, then swung his left hand.

The Golden Sun Ruler shot out from his left sleeve, attacking the green-robed old man from another side, without any concern for the magic treasure being taken away.

The green-robed old man frowned slightly, controlling the black Flood Dragon to face off against it.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon the back-and-forth exchanges lasted for a quarter of an hour with Yuan Ming still full of energy, showing no signs of Soul Power depletion.

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