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Fear Defeats Fear
The Underworld God King had fallen, the Heavenly Dao had collapsed, and the Divine Realm had been split into four. Asura, Nether, You Mo, and Gui Di had each swallowed a part of their family and become the masters of their respective realms.
Looking at Zhi Xiang, they knew that this was not Asura's true body, but only one side of Asura, which was Xiang Dao.
Asura's divine soul had been scattered by the Light King and could not be reunited. Although Zhi Xiang was not his true body, he was part of Asura and could represent his true body.
"Fourth Brother, it's been a long time," God Lord Nether said.
"It has indeed been a long time." Zhi Xiang's expression was calm. The last time they had gathered was when the Light King had fought.
In that battle, they had lost many precious things, their complete family, and their little sister.
After the battle, they would occasionally meet in private, but they had never gathered again. Today was an exception.
"Take a seat."
Gui Di sighed. An invisible wisp of sadness lingered around the four of them. Asura and his little sister were the youngest among the five siblings. Because they had taken too much of the Underworld God King's love, they were jealous of Asura and hated him.
But now was different. There was no Underworld and no Underworld God King.
"Brothers, please." Asura was the first to decline. Compared to the three God Lords, his status was the lowest.
Nether and the others nodded, returned to their original seats, and sat down quietly.
Zhi Xiang sat in the middle of the four. The four brothers had gathered at Jun Mo's invitation, and he was somewhat emotional. However, he did not believe that Nether and You Mo would do Jun Mo a favor and attend the meeting. They must have received something from him.
"Haha, it's truly magnificent. God Lord Nether, God Lord Youmo, God Lord Ghost, and God Lord Asura are gathered together. I can vaguely see the Underworld's former glory," Jun Mo said with a smile.
Unfortunately, the Underworld had been defeated. After losing the Underworld God King, the Underworld was no longer a force on the same level as the Divine Realm.
However, even though the Radiant Realm had won that battle, they had paid an extremely heavy price. The old Radiant King and the Underworld God King had both perished, and the entire Radiant Realm had suffered a great loss.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Light Eldest Son had comprehended the Divine King Dao and supported the family business of the Divine King Faction, the current situation would definitely not be much better than Shura and the others. There was an eighty percent chance that the Light Region would have been divided up by the Divine Princes and become independent.
This was a battle between Deity Kings, once it started, there was almost no winner. With two innate Deity Kings dead, the Great Xia Empire would crumble overnight.
Therefore, unless there was no other choice, the Divine King forces would not easily engage in a war of annihilation. The Light Region and the Nether Region were living examples. Too many people had died, including a few Divine Princes of Light.
Asura's younger sister had also died.
"Didn't His Highness Jun Mo capture some sword cultivators to test the power of this seat's Ghost Dao? Hurry up, we're all very busy." Gui Di's plain face and tone had no patience.
Because Jun Mo had given him some things, he had reluctantly been generous for once, allowing Tian Lun of Heavenly Imperial Divine Desire to be a temporary guest at the Ghost Lair and compete with a few insignificant sword cultivators.
Huang Quan and You Mo also had no interest in this.
"Hehe, the Deity Lords sure are impatient, alright."
Jun Mo knew that touching the Nether Region's scar would displease them, so he said, "Bring those sword cultivators up."
Immediately, behind the Heavenly Imperial Divine Soldier, eight to nine men and women in ragged clothes were escorted by Jun Mo's divine guards. They all had divine halos in their hands as they dragged their heavy footsteps into the center of the Ghost Lair Dao Field.
Instantly, Qin Hao's heart tightened, and he glanced over. These sword cultivators of various ages and Divine Dao auras that weren't strong in the slightest had obviously experienced a great deal of vicious beatings and had been ravaged for a long time. All of their tattered clothes had dried bloodstains remaining on them, and their disheveled appearances were extremely dispirited.
They are not Lu Qiu and Long Miao's people, nor are they the academy's disciples.
Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know any of these sword cultivators. He was afraid that he would see Lu Qiu, Long Miao, or Wuque and Loy when he came over.
However, there were so many sword cultivators in the Sword Realm of the Great Path, and there were hundreds of subordinate planes of the Infinite Divine Realm. Qin Hao couldn't possibly know all of them.
On the day of the battle in the Infinite Divine Realm, it was those countless people he didn't know who fought a bloody battle to open a path for him.
Even Qin Hao didn't know how many people had died.
Although the sword cultivators that Jun Mo had brought today were not Lu Qiu and Long Miao, he still had to save them.
At the very least, Qin Hao could feel the sword intent from these people.
"Among them, the weak have ten thousand years of cultivation, while the strong have thirty thousand years. It is said that the Ghost God Lord's Ghost Path is very unique. It can ignite the fear in the depths of people's hearts, and then be swallowed by fear. I would like to see it." Jun Mo smiled with great interest.
"Hmph, only one of them has thirty thousand years of Immortal Path. The rest are all trash." Gui Di's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he could sense it with a sweep of his mind.
With such a weak lineup, he could just send two Ghost God Guards to kill them all in half a cup of tea's time.
What Sword Tasting Competition? There was no sense of anticipation at all.
"Senior …" In the center of the Ghost Nest Training Hall, a young sword cultivator with a wounded face looked around the entire hall in fear. He was suffocated by the aura of the many Immortal Masters here. The other young men and women also moved closer to the oldest sword cultivator, as if this would give them a sense of security.
"Now that things have come to this, there is nothing to be afraid of."
The old sword cultivator's breath was very weak as he comforted the juniors beside him. If he was destined to die, the only thing he could do was die in front of these juniors.
"Unlock them." Jun Mo ordered.
With a faint sweep of his palm, divine light spread out, and the halo shackles binding the hands of this group of sword cultivators suddenly disappeared.
Gui Di lazily glanced at them and remained silent, unwilling to speak.
"You, you … the two of you go and experience their Sword Dao."
At this time, behind Gui Di, a Ghost General spoke, and casually picked two from the dense crowd of Ghost God Guards.
"Yes."
The two Ghost God Guards accepted the order, the corners of their mouths outlined a malicious smile, and their bloodthirsty tongues licked the corners of their mouths. At the same time, they walked towards the sword cultivators. Their eyes were especially fixed on the female sword cultivators, as if their souls were more delicious.
"The remnants of Sword World, listen well. If you win against the Ghost Dao, this Palace will be merciful and let you go. Otherwise, haha …" Jun Mo sneered. This was the territory of evil spirits, so there was no need to say more.
"Only sending two, you are looking down on us too much." A bold sword cultivator showed anger.
"Be careful, they are the divine guards of the Ghost God Lord. Their strength cannot be underestimated." The old sword cultivator stretched out his arms and made a gesture of protecting the juniors.
Among these people, none of them had encountered the Ghost Dao. A long time ago, it was said that the Ghost Dao was extremely evil, and evil spirits often came out of the Ghost Region and went to other Divine Realms to kill creatures. Later, Ancestor Qing Hua of the Archean World came to the Ghost Region to frighten Gui Di, and ordered him to control the evil spirits. Otherwise, under Qing Hua Mountain, the Ghost Dao did not exist.
Under the deterrence of Ancestor Qing Hua, the Ghost Region was much more obedient. In the Untainted Land, it was said that the Ghost Region attached itself to Qing Hua Mountain and was strictly controlled.
But today, Ancestor Qing Hua obviously would not show up to save them. No one would risk offending Jun Mo to save the sword cultivators of Sword World.
Qin Hao looked at the increasingly tense Taoist Sanctum. The two ghost guards kept pressuring the sword cultivators. He was very uneasy under his calm expression. These two ghost guards were not simple. It seemed that they were casually pointed out by Ghost General, but how could they let the sword cultivators live in front of so many Divine Masters, especially their own Divine Masters? Their strength should not be inferior to the evil spirits that Qin Hao had fought before. Even if they were inferior, they should be inferior in terms of cultivation.
Therefore, this group of sword cultivators had almost no chance of winning!
"Don't be nervous. We are all Divine Masters with 20,000 years of Divine Path. It's just two Holy Meridians.
You can win against us, "a tall ghost guard said with a sneer. At this time, his appearance was no different from that of a normal person. All the ghost guards in the Ghost Nest looked normal.
"Eight against two … Are you ready now?"
Another thin ghost guard said in a hoarse voice. Regardless of whether the sword cultivators were ready or not, his withered body suddenly changed dramatically.
Arms covered in ghostly tattoos burst out of their clothes and stretched out from different parts of their bodies. Their chests, stomachs, backs, heads, and even thighs were covered in deformed long arms. They were like a twisted mess that swept towards the sword cultivators. Every extended arm was wrapped in a strong ghostly resentment.
Boom!
The head of the tall ghost guard suddenly exploded. His blood turned into a blood mist and swallowed the surroundings. His eyes fell to the ground and bounced off like two fleas. They landed on the faces of the two sword cultivators and instantly drilled into their eyes. At this moment, shrill screams shook the center of the Taoist Sanctum. The two sword cultivators tore at their faces crazily. They scratched their faces until they were badly mutilated and screamed inhumanly.
Ears, mouths, noses, these facial features fell on the sword cultivators. After they merged into their bodies, the sword cultivators heard voices that they should not have heard. They tasted flavors that they had never tasted before. They smelled scents that did not seem to exist in this world.
The most terrifying scene was reflected in their consciousness through the ghost eyes. It was like purgatory.
The sword cultivator who was possessed by the ear heard the call of his deceased father. When the tall ghost guard's mouth stuck to another sword cultivator's body, he felt as if he had swallowed countless pieces of rotten meat. It tasted like human flesh.
Fear spread and engulfed their souls. It went straight to the depths of their hearts and dug out doors that had been closed due to fear. When the past that they did not want to face was opened, the torrent of fear turned into a curse that invaded the will of these sword cultivators and dragged them into the abyss. It was like the ghost hands that hung all over the thin ghost guard's body, tugging at their souls.
There was no resistance to speak of. It was as if living had become a luxury. The fear brought by the Ghost Way made the sword cultivators only want to die. Death was the release of their souls.
The thirty thousand-year-old sword cultivators, or other sword cultivators with one or two divine veins, no longer remembered who they were. Their sword will and swordsmanship had long been dispelled by fear. This was the result of encountering the Ghost Way for the first time. They could not find a chance to fight back. Their entire being had been swallowed up by the curse brought by fear.
Dried blood seeped out of their tattered clothes again. The white skin of the female sword cultivators gradually split open. It was as if ghost hands had grown out of their flesh.
The young sword cultivator who was possessed by the evil ghost's mouth stared with a deranged gaze. He bit at the old sword cultivator as if he had gone mad. As he bit, he screamed, "Meat, meat, meat."
"Do you want to hear the screams? The most beautiful sounds in the world."
The sword cultivator who had been possessed by the evil ghost's ear and heard countless screams jumped onto the back of another person. His eyes turned white as he spoke terrifying words. However, he was very quiet as he told a story to the other person. He wanted to tell the other person everything he had heard with his ears and let them go to hell together.
Madness, bloodthirstiness, killing each other, strange and bizarre scenes played out in the Ghost Nest Dao Field. This was a scene that could not be seen in a normal battle. Jun Mo, who had originally planned to lure out Qin Hao, was also seeing this for the first time. His mood was suddenly lifted. Immediately, he laughed out loud.
Interesting, too interesting.
He did not know how the two ghost guards did it, but the power of the Ghost Way was indeed evil. If possible, he even wanted to ask for some ghost guards from Gui Di and put them in the torture room of the Heavenly Zhao Divine Domain. That way, when he had time, he could torture those who dared to be rude to him. It would not be a loss of pleasure.
Creak!
Qin Hao clenched his fists and stared at the center of the Dao Field. This was not a battle, but a living purgatory. Looking at the miserable state of the sword cultivators, the person possessed by the mouth was about to gnaw off another person's face. The guy who was telling ghost stories used a calm tone to tell horrifying stories, torturing his companion until he hovered between life and death. The two of them were rolling on the ground at the same time.
This was not a spar, it was no different from a massacre!
If it was a direct battle, the eight sword cultivators might have a slight chance of victory, but under the power of the Ghost Resentment, they were simply not a match.
In this situation, not to mention half a cup of tea, even in the next second, the eight sword cultivators would completely go crazy and be swallowed up by the power of the two ghost guards' Ghost Resentment.
"If fear can be defeated, then it will be an even more powerful fear."
Dong!
Without any of the Divine Lords noticing, Qin Hao's feet shook and he directly jumped up from Asura's back, fiercely slamming into the center of the Ghost Nest Dao Field.
Rumble!
The tyrannical strength of his feet caused the Dao Field to collapse. With Qin Hao as the center, an area of a hundred meters sank.
A shocking scene, an earth-shattering sound wave wrapped in an evil aura spread out, affecting everyone in the Dao Field. Whether it was the sword cultivators or Gui Di's ghost guards, they all fell silent at the same time, their eyes looking at Qin Hao who had stepped into the Dao Field.
Look, there are so many evil spirits!