Chapter 106: I've Already Arrived, Yet You Still Won't Die?

(Meizu 106) "Hey, you scoundrel! How could you mix the Taoist treasure, the Taiji Diagram, with the ‘Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds’ technique? And yet, it looks so unimpressive!"

The Ghost King finished speaking and strode boldly toward the Taiji Diagram. Around them, the dark, ominous energy clashed violently with the diagram’s radiant yang aura, producing the sound of rolling steam.

“Ss-ss-ss-ss!” The noise resembled squid sizzling on a hot iron plate, over a blazing fire.

“Take this—the Taiji Sword Formation!” Uncle Mao shouted softly, raising two fingers above his head while chanting an incantation. Instantly, countless silver gleaming swords emerged from the Taiji Diagram, hovering in the air and thrusting fiercely toward the advancing Ghost King. Each sword radiated the resolute spirit of Taoism.

Yet, the formation’s effect was underwhelming. The swords struck the Ghost King, producing only sparks, causing no significant harm.

“Hmph, Taoism has truly declined. Such a feeble move! Old Taoist, I’m afraid this Southern Mao will perish by your hand. Hahaha!”

This jab hit Uncle Mao’s heart like a dagger, and his spirit immediately sank beneath the Ghost King’s oppressive presence. This was the Ghost King’s psychological warfare—crushing his opponent’s morale before the fight even fully began, a blow far more effective than any physical strike.

Seizing the moment of Uncle Mao’s despair, the Ghost King dashed to his side, raising his steel-like fingernails and slashing fiercely at Uncle Mao’s neck. Had Uncle Mao failed to dodge, today next year would have marked his memorial day.

Fortunately, Uncle Mao evaded deftly, casting a look of utter contempt at the Ghost King. It was clear he had broken through the psychological trap, much to the relief of Wang Sheng, who had been hiding inside the house.

Meanwhile, the other six Great Ghost Kings were still struggling against five infantile vengeful spirits from Hell. It was baffling—six mighty Ghost Kings had been battling for half an hour yet could not subdue six tiny ghosts, and they were even being battered badly by the infants.

The reason was simple. These infant vengeful spirits were small, nimble shadows, and shamelessly darted between the legs of the Ghost Kings, giggling like babies.

But a Ghost King, being a figure of stature, could not stoop to such rogue tactics in front of others. Their pride became their downfall.

Back to the battle between Uncle Mao and the Ghost King: as a ghost, the latter had inexhaustible stamina, but Uncle Mao, a mortal body, was utterly exhausted after over half an hour of fierce combat.

Yet he still persevered, wielding the ‘Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds’ technique combined with the Taiji Diagram’s yang energy, struggling to counter the Ghost King’s overwhelming force, though he had shifted from offense to defense.

“You old relic, still not dead? Damn it, I don’t believe it! Look at this—hammer, hammer, hammer... now, a kick! Ha!”

The Ghost King launched a flurry of punches at Uncle Mao. After using the hammer strikes for a while and sensing that Uncle Mao had fixed his defense accordingly, he suddenly feinted with a kick.

Uncle Mao’s eyes widened in shock—he hadn’t expected the Ghost King to trick him. But it was too late; the kick was less than ten centimeters from his lower abdomen.

The last words Uncle Mao uttered were, “You little bastard, damn you!” before his body streamlined and was hurled ten meters away, coughing up blood. He crashed hard onto the yellow earth, and with that, the Taiji Diagram shattered. Its light instantly faded into nothingness, and even the five infant ghosts retreated underground, vanishing without a trace.

Uncle Mao lay outside on the ground, vomiting blood, his body beginning to convulse. If not for the partial mitigation of the Ghost King’s thousand-pound strength by his own ‘Four Ounces’ technique, he would have perished there.

“Master! Are you alright?”

“Ghost King, I’ll fight you to the death! Heavenly Venerable Art, invoke the Dao Ancestor, by all means necessary!”

Wang Sheng could no longer watch silently. If he did, his master would truly be slain before his eyes. Thus, he resolved to stand and confront the Ghost King alongside Uncle Mao, even if it meant unleashing the forbidden Southern Mao technique—the Heavenly Venerable Art—to summon the Dao Ancestor’s spirit. The incantation began spilling from his lips.

“Sheng’er, no! Stop, do not chant that spell! It’s forbidden—unless you have attained perfection, never use it! It will kill you! No, Sheng’er!”

Uncle Mao shouted with all his remaining strength, nearly in tears, but powerless to stop him. He clenched his fists and pounded the earth, helplessly watching the golden light around Wang Sheng grow stronger—the unmistakable sign of the Dao Ancestor’s possession.

“Hmph, quite the full house, huh? Seven of you causing trouble again? Today, we’ll make sure you don’t leave!”

Fortunately, I arrived just in time, using my supernatural ability to interrupt Wang Sheng’s forbidden spell, causing the golden light to fade. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would have faced certain doom.

Though I stopped the spell, he still suffered some side effects and collapsed unconscious, his body motionless as the wild wind swept over him.

“Could this be the legendary Eastern Ghosts? Let me test their strength. Xiao Dong, take the three ugliest ones here; I’ll handle the other three!”

Barclay said this as he charged toward the Bull-Headed, Pig-Headed, and Horse-Headed Ghost Kings. His true form instantly awakened, like the Hulk, soaring toward them.

Being called ‘the ugliest’ stung deeply for the three, but they paid his words no mind. The Horse-Headed Ghost King flicked his diagonal bangs and said, “Ah, ignorance! Back in the underworld, I enchanted countless ghostly maidens. You dare call me ugly? Foolish indeed!”

With that, the Horse-Headed Ghost King summoned his ghostly power and beckoned the other two to confront BarclI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.