Though his defenses hadn’t been breached, Master Huizhen had already been wounded earlier by Guanxin. Now, after suffering successive heavy blows, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The lizard demon was incredibly vicious. With a powerful spring of its limbs, its massive body launched forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, hurtling straight toward him. The scene within the burial chamber had become utter chaos. Each person was locked in deadly combat with ghost soldiers, and it seemed certain that Master Huizhen was about to fall to the creature's claws. Suddenly, Li Yanchu’s Divine Astral Hands slammed down hard on the lizard demon’s back. The Conqueror Unarms[1]! With that, a fierce burst of power blasted the lizard demon away! Though thick-skinned and heavily muscled, the creature flipped in mid-air and landed upright again. It fixed its eyes on Li Yanchu, burning with undisguised hatred! “You’re courting death!” Li Yanchu shouted, swinging his Jiaoslayer upward in a reverse slash. A sharp wave of saber qi tore through the stone floor, cleaving through the air in a deadly arc. The lizard demon leapt high into the air, dodging the strike. A ghost soldier behind it, however, was struck by the saber light and instantly obliterated! At the same time, Li Yanchu surged forward with raging battle intent, and his qi and blood boiled like a roaring furnace. In the next instant, he appeared right before the lizard demon! “Freeze!” He reached out and cast a Immobilization Spell, locking the lightning-fast creature in place mid-air. His eyes flashed like lightning, and his entire aura soared in that moment. A blinding arc of saber light burst forth, and the overpowering force of Six yang qi exploded from within. The lizard demon split cleanly from head to tail, and its massive body was cleaved in two. Dark green blood sprayed in all directions, but in the next instant, it evaporated in the searing heat of Li Yanchu’s raging qi and blood. Without pausing, Li Yanchu charged directly at two more ghost cavalrymen. Once again, the saber light flared, and the two armored ghost soldiers were killed on the spot! Li Yanchu descended like a wild primordial beast, stomping down with overwhelming force and crushing two ghost soldiers beneath his feet. The stone floor shattered into countless cracks beneath the impact, and the two ghost soldiers were instantly reduced to ash. Now, the tomb chamber was filled with the clash of metal and the thunder of warhorses. It was an all-out battlefield of ghostly slaughter. As Daoist Master Yuanyi and Master Shenshan held off the bulk of the ghost soldiers, sword light and Buddha light weaved together in dazzling arcs. Together, the group cut down every last ghost soldier within the chamber. But almost immediately, another team of eerie ghost soldiers materialized out of thin air. The clanking of armor and the pounding of hooves were unending and oppressive. Everyone’s expressions tensed. It was as if all the ghost soldiers buried in this tomb had been awakened by some invisible force. As it dawned on them, a chill crept into their hearts. The tomb’s yin qi was overwhelming, and no one could say how many ghost soldiers it still harbored. The way they kept appearing without pause made everyone’s scalp tingle. If the battle continued , even if they eventually managed to destroy all the ghost soldiers, there would undoubtedly be casualties. And who knew how many of them would make it out alive in the end? Li Yanchu struck out with a palm, pressing it firmly against the chest of a ghost soldier. The force exploded outward, obliterating the ghost soldier on the spot. But his gaze had, for some time now, been fixed on one person. Suddenly, Li Yanchu moved. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind a certain yin-yang master, and he seized the man’s arm in one swift motion. The man was clearly startled. Li Yanchu’s movement had been so fast that it left an afterimage in the air. This Daoist's speed was astonishing. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel_fіre.net The yin-yang master’s eyes darkened as he barked coldly, “What are you talking about!?” Immediately, Li Yanchu gripped his arm and flipped his wrist. In the man's hand, a stick of incense suddenly appeared. Li Yanchu had sensed something off earlier. Encountering danger in a tomb wasn’t unusual, but the timing of the demonic creature’s appearances had been too perfect. Every time they encountered those creatures, the timing felt far too coincidental. Could it be that Master Wuxing was actually capable of controlling the demonic creatures within this tomb? Unlike the monks, Daoists, and wandering cultivators present, Li Yanchu had once encountered the Bare Body Sect back in Wei City. And ever since entering the tomb, he had been on high alert, watching for any signs that remnants of the Bare Body Sect might have slipped in among them. Earlier, he had noticed something strange. The yin-yang master was holding a stick of incense, yet oddly, it appeared to be extinguished. At first, Li Yanchu had assumed it was merely some obscure technique the yin-yang master was employing. But his instincts kept screaming that something wasn’t right. He had been secretly using his Qi Sight to observe the yin-yang master’s movements, and he discovered that, right as the ghost soldiers began appearing, a strange and sinister aura flared up around him. And again, when the most recent wave of ghost soldiers appeared, that aura changed once more. Without hesitation, Li Yanchu acted and seized the yin-yang master, who had remained unusually silent throughout their descent into the tomb. “That’s Ghostlure Incense!” Old Ghost Wu’s voice rang out, and he followed it up with a cold sneer directed at the yin-yang master. “Quite the scheme... It’s colorless and scentless, and it’s used to summon spirits and ghosts. Well played.” His tone was cold and full of murderous intent. In just a few short words, Old Ghost Wu had laid bare the true purpose of the incense in the yin-yang master’s hand. This incense wasn’t used for blessings or protection, it was used to provoke evil spirits. It even had another name, Wicked Incense. It was used to drain fortune or to invite disaster and misfortune. Lighting Ghostlure Incense in a place steeped in extreme yin qi was no different from pouring icy water into boiling oil. How could anything possibly stay calm after that? Li Yanchu sensed the man trying to break free and immediately struck his palm down. Seeing this, the yin-yang master bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood at Li Yanchu. Li Yanchu’s palm sent him flying, and his body slammed hard into the wall of solid green-brick masonry. The blood was rank and foul, but none of it touched Li Yanchu, as his qi shield barrier had blocked it completely. Clearly, the yin-yang master’s close-combat skills were no match for the palm force of a first-rate martial expert like Li Yanchu. Earlier, when the ghost soldiers had appeared, this man had dabbed fifty-year-old corpse oil between his brows to conceal the yang qi of his body, using it to avoid detection. But after taking Li Yanchu’s Divine Astral Hands, he died on the spot, and his breath ceased instantly. His techniques were undeniably strange. That mouthful of qi and blood he spat had actually clung to Li Yanchu’s qi shield. Had Li Yanchu not cultivated Primordial Chaos Technique to near perfection, that blood might have pierced through his martial qi shield. And if that had happened, no one could say what terrifying consequences might have followed. After that, Li Yanchu stepped forward and crushed the Wicked Incense underfoot. Suddenly, a formless force struck his heart with immense pressure, as if an unseen hand from the abyss had smashed into his chest. It was the backlash of the Wicked Incense! A surge of pure yang Divine Dao energy rose from within Li Yanchu’s chest and instantly dispelled the suffocating pain. Li Yanchu exhaled slowly. In that brief moment just now, he had truly brushed shoulders with death. These sinister methods were indeed hard to guard against! “Impressive,” Old Ghost Wu praised Li Yanchu with a nod. Clearly, destroying an already-lit Wicked Incense would bring a devastating backlash, so it came at a steep price. Old Ghost Wu had known that, but he hadn’t expected this young Daoist to endure it unharmed. Whether it was due to an extraordinary fate... or a powerful artifact in his possession... Either way, it proved that this Daoist favored by Granny Chang was no ordinary man. With that, that strange, oppressive force dissipated without a trace, and the ghost soldiers in the tomb no longer continued swarming toward them. 1. "The Conqueror Unarms" is a renowned traditional pipa (Chinese lute) piece that portrays the tragic downfall of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Chu, following his defeat by Liu Bang in the Chu-Han War (206–202 BC). The music vividly expresses the despair and solemnity of Xiang Yu removing his armor before his death. Unlike the famous pipa piece "Ambush from Ten Sides," which focuses on Liu Bang's victory, this composition centers on Xiang Yu’s final moments. It opens with deep, tense tones resembling war drums and builds to a crescendo, capturing the chaos of battle and Xiang Yu's emotional descent.