Chapter 482: The Path of the Holy Demon, True Technique Level 24! I Can Now Withstand Wind from Eight Directions! (Part 2)

This was no longer kin to a Ghost King but a lineage of the Ghost Emperor.

Both sides knew that this strike would determine both superiors and inferiors, as well as life and death!

There was no longer any room for mercy.

"Myriad Forms of Forest Hell·Ghost Luo Expedition!"

"Kill!"

A cold, emotionless voice rang out from between heaven and earth; the dharma aspect of the Ghost Emperor extended for thousands of meters, massive and peerless, a purple giant palm like Mount Tai bearing down on the Taoist.

In comparison, the Taoist's figure seemed so minuscule.

Almost like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Yet he was neither afraid nor did he retreat.

In the Human Realm, there laid Taoists, men of honor and promise.

Rivers of blood, bodies like mountains.

'Mercy' without a bottom line is worth less than grass.

Those seemingly correct doctrines sometimes were nothing but right-sounding nonsense.

"Kill!"

"Pure Yang! Pure Yang!"

Belief ignited; energy spurred to the limit!