Chapter 51: The Unshakable Sense of Crisis

  Lei Dong not only had three Ghost Guards that were not weak, but also a top-grade artifact that was in no way inferior to his. As the true energy continued to be consumed in the back-and-forth battle, Wu Qianqiu's face became increasingly unsightly. In a flurry of activity, he slapped out a Ghost Slaughter Palm, barely forcing the Bloodthirsty Ghost Guard back, and at the same time, swallowed a Return to Origin Pill worth dozens of spiritual energy to replenish his true energy.

  It was Lei Dong, whose cultivation realm was not much different from his, who still had a calm and peaceful face, with a full and vigorous aura. This was also the result of Lei Dong's introspection in the small yin cave for a year. He was very frugal with every thread of true energy he used, and what he pursued was just right. At this point in the fight, Wu Qianqiu's true energy was almost exhausted, while Lei Dong still had more than 30% left.

  What made Wu Qianqiu most depressed was that the beast soul, Majestic Tiger, which he had placed great hopes on, was being toyed with by a mere sixth-grade Stealth Ghost Soldier, and that was a high-end consumable worth three hundred spirit stones.

  When he was depressed, Lei Dong was also surprised by Wu Qianqiu's strength. Top-grade artifacts, plus enough to buy consumables, this kind of opponent is really troublesome. And his own ghost soldiers also exposed their weakness in killing power when facing top-grade artifacts. To put it simply, the combat power of a single sixth-level ghost soldier is almost equivalent to that of an ordinary sixth-layer cultivator who has practiced Qi. However, for a cultivator of the same level with good equipment, it's slightly weaker.

  Fortunately, Lei Dong felt that getting rid of Wu Qianqiu was not a big problem, especially the beast soul he summoned, as time passed and continued to consume, his body became more and more transparent, and with a flash, the initial domineering aura was gone.

  The battle seemed to have dragged into a protracted war. But everyone knew that if Wu Qianqiu couldn't come up with something new, he would probably lose.

  The superior flying swords of the two, as well as their magic shields, had already become battered and bruised from the continuous exchange of blows. Especially Wu Qianqiu's magic shield, which would occasionally be struck by the two ghostly soldiers, was on the verge of shattering.

  Wu Qianqiu's face turned even paler, and he revealed a pleading expression: "Brother Lei, I was just joking with you. Please spare my life."

  Lei Dong's expressionless face let out a cold hum, and his slow movements suddenly burst forth, his body transforming into a faint shadow in plain sight. At the same time, a soul-stirring ghostly howl suddenly rang out, and the long-silent Ghostly Howling Corps finally went berserk. The shock sent Wu Qianqiu's heart racing, as if he had been subjected to a Soul-Fixing Technique, leaving him numb on the spot.

  Ghostly claw!

  A dark green light gathered in his right hand, and immediately broke free to transform into a huge, ominous, and terrifying sharp claw. From above, it pinched the Beast Soul Tiger, which was caught off guard.

  "Roar~" The fierce tiger, after being caught, let out an angry roar with its remaining instincts, even though it was about to exhaust itself. It was estimated that it would take at most three breaths for it to try and break free from the ghostly claws. However, at the same time, three ghostly guards suddenly surrounded it, using all their strength to launch a desperate attack on this beast soul.

  In an instant, the beast's soul burst and its shredded soul energy dispersed everywhere. Three ghostly soldiers chirped excitedly, transforming into clusters of black mist that swallowed and absorbed those pure powers.

  Lei Dong also stood still, with his hands behind his back, beside the restless creatures. His expression was cold and indifferent as he stared at Wu Qianqiu, who was sweating profusely. In fact, most people knew that once a beast soul was destroyed, Wu Qianqiu's death would not be far away.

  But Lei Dong was still extremely cautious. After all, on the first day of entering the sect, he had witnessed that reversal in the decade-long competition, and it was likely that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

  After the three ghostly soldiers finished eating, Lei Dong commanded them to rush forward together, pushing Wu Qianqiu in unison. Wu Qianqiu's face turned as white as a dead person's and he hastily begged for mercy again: "Lei Shixiong, please spare my life! I'm willing to offer you all of my wealth; I've placed a large portion of it in a secret location..."

  His way of begging for mercy was much smarter than Zhou Minghua's at the beginning, but Lei Dong remained unmoved, directing the ghost soldiers to charge and kill.

  Wu Qianqiu saw that begging for mercy was hopeless, and his face suddenly revealed a ferocious and sinister expression: "You with the surname Lei, is your heart made of iron? I'll fight you to the end." After speaking, the fiery flying sword rose up, fiercely slashing towards Gui Zhu. He must have known that he had no way to resist Lei Dong, but thought that before dying, taking down one or two ghostly soldiers would be a good thing.

  The dark fire sword slanted out with a loud crash, blocking the scarlet flying sword in mid-air.

  "Wu Qianqiu, are you an idiot? The fight to the death was your idea, and now that you can't win, you want to beg for mercy and blame me for being heartless. It's simply laughable." Lei Dong coldly laughed a few times, urging the ghost soldiers to attack even more fiercely.

  BOOM! Wu Qianqiu's Xuan Yin shield was shattered by the combined efforts of the ghost soldiers, and immediately afterwards, that high-quality law shield, which had already been beaten beyond recognition, was heavily smashed under the repeated blows of the bloodthirsty ghost soldiers. Next, Wu Qianqiu, when facing three ghost soldiers, was like a person with no weapons at all, helplessly fleeing around the field on his high-quality flying device, but ultimately unable to change his fate of being killed and having his flesh, blood, and soul completely devoured.

  The ghostly claws reached out, but this time they grabbed Wu Qianqiu's storage waistband. After quietly retrieving it, he turned to scan the onlookers below the stage. Even in the previous session, two cultivators who had already reached the eighth or ninth level couldn't help but lower their heads when faced with Lei Dong's cold gaze, not daring to meet his eyes for fear of inviting trouble.

  The reason is simple, the two of them, while watching this life-and-death battle, also put themselves in it to try it out. But they suddenly discovered that after seventeen years of cultivation, if they were to face off against Lei Shi Di, they wouldn't be his match.

  In the world of cultivation, the strong are revered, and this is especially true for the Yin Xie Sect. As for showing no mercy in a life-or-death battle and killing an opponent who begs for forgiveness, this is simply a matter of course for the disciples of the Yin Xie Sect. Some people who had originally come to watch Lei Dong make a fool of himself were now shocked and frightened. During this time, they did not dare to speak ill of Lei Shixiong behind his back. If he were to find out, no one would be able to bear the consequences.

  Even Chen Ge and Wei Hua, upon seeing Lei Dong's imposing manner, also revealed a hint of reverence in their eyes.

  After returning to his residence, Lei Dong felt a sense of indescribable fatigue and secretly some fear. Originally, he thought that with this set of equipment, plus three not bad ghost soldiers, he could sweep away all same-level existences. However, after today's battle with Wu Qianqiu, he realized that although his strength was indeed good among the same level, it was far from being invincible. Wu Qianqiu relied on a bit of luck and made a fortune, and after obtaining not bad resources, he could also fight to this extent with Lei Dong.

  If it were to be replaced with a better origin than the ghostly son, with top-notch artifacts all over his body, for example, bringing several high-quality spirit ghosts and ghost soldiers, or having an existence stronger than that beast soul?

  The more I think about it, the cooler my heart becomes. Lately, with my own strength increasing explosively, I've also started to become somewhat arrogant. In fact, Lei Dong can guarantee that in this vast cultivation world, there are definitely people who can defeat him at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and their numbers will not be small.

  Not only that, but there are also many people in the world who have higher cultivation and more wealth than themselves. To say that when they first started, they were just an ant-like existence in the eyes of the strong. But now, at most, they are just a slightly stronger ant. To put it bluntly, there are countless people in this world who can kill them with just a wave of their hand. For example, Gui Xiu Old Ancestor, with just a flick of his finger, could poke them to death. Thinking about these things, Lei Dong couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and his sense of crisis increased by several degrees.

  Lei Dong couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly. Even as a transmigrator, it wasn't that easy to get by. Thinking back to the transmigration stories he had read before, the main characters were always incredibly lucky, extremely confident, and had a strong psychological advantage, often looking down on the native inhabitants of this world. Lei Dong found it laughable, what qualifications did he have to look down on those powerful beings who could easily crush him with just a thought?

  The story goes back, and Leidong really wants to thank Wu Qiuqiu. He gave himself a chance to reflect. Life is only one, and it must be taken seriously. After thinking about it, I still feel that I need to add some life-saving measures.

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