Unfortunately, This Lord Doesn’t Care About Saving Face!
"Senior, please point out the path of survival." Altar Master summoned up courage, and beseeched.
"Take one of this lord’s attacks. Of course, this lord will not attack with full strength. As long as you can survive under this lord’s attack, this lord will let you live." Song Shuhang extended a finger as he said.
When the feeling of shame reached a critical point, it would break down completely like one’s worldview, values, and view on life.
After repetitively saying ‘this lord,’ Shuhang didn’t feel so shameful anymore; instead, he said it with more ease.
Altar Master’s expression was clear yet dark. The mysterious senior’s attack... even if not at full strength, casually throwing a flying sword could chip off half his life!
However, he had no room to choose.
Receiving one attack... he might die, but he still had a slim chance of survival.
If he didn’t accept the senior’s condition, then the senior only needed to send out a flying sword and his head would be cut off in seconds and used as a chamber pot.
Besides… he too had a trick up his sleeve. As an evil ghost cultivator, he had a strange life-saving technique which could use ‘dying’ once as the price to resist the senior’s attack.
Once he thought of that, Altar Master gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, are you serious?"
"This lord is a well-known face in the cultivation world, how could I lie to a junior like you." Song Shuhang said indifferently and continued to look down on Altar Master as if he was looking at an ant.
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"Then Senior, please have mercy." Altar Master smiled bitterly. His bitter smile would make someone feel bitterness even from a thousand miles away.
Secretly, within Altar Master’s body, a pure ghost broke its seal and quietly enveloped Altar Master’s body.
The pure ghost was not a ghost with resentful spirit, so it did not fear normal evil-warding techniques.
Of course, the birth of a pure ghost was not easy, because the birth of a ghost was often the result of resentment and hatred. A pure ghost had to be a good person down to the bones who died from injustice. Since the person was so rottenly good, he or she didn’t care about such injustice, and thus would have a chance of becoming a pure ghost…
"Then, take this lord’s sword strike!" Song Shuhang wore an indifferent expression. With the twist of his fingers, a talisman appeared in between his fingertips.
The ‘sword talisman’ gifted by Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was used for offensive purposes. To activate it, one only need to say the word ‘sword.’ Once executed, it would transform into a sword qi attack at the level of a Third Stage Acquired Battle King that could split mountains. A normal Second Stage True Master cultivator without any special defense methods would be critically injured if not dead.
When Altar Master saw the talisman, he almost broke his teeth from gritting… as an extremely poor low-level loose cultivator, he hated those rich tyrants who tossed talismans at others!
"Stand firm, Junior. Pray for your own luck." Song Shuhang pinched the talisman, his manner was imposing and he could hardly hold back the excitement within, "Sword!"
Indistinctly, an illusory figure appeared behind Shuhang.
That figure used his fingers as a sword, and slashed towards Altar Master.
A bright sword light came from within the talisman. Once the sword light came out, nothing else in the train car could be seen—it was as if the there was only the sword light in between heaven and earth!
This ray of sword light was an exquisite sword technique!
In an instant, Altar Master who was the target was confined, unable to move an inch.
Even dodging was just wishful thinking. He could only stand idly in place, staring as the sword struck his body!
Humiliation? Hate? Fear?
Altar Master’s feeling was as if he’d spilled condiments and all the flavors were mixed together, it was an indescribable taste.
The sword light struck, but it only emitted a faint "Zst~" sound upon contact.
Altar Master’s body was like tofu, easily sliced into two, falling hard onto the ground.
The wound had no blood at all…
The Western monk smacked his lips; it was over just like that? A terrifyingly strong Second Stage True Master cultivator died just like that?
The train car was silent.
Song Shuhang, however, did not let down his guard, his left hand held onto an ‘armor talisman’ and his other hand held onto two ‘sword talismans’ as he stared at Altar Master’s body on the ground.
His opponent was an active cultivator at Ghost Lamp Temple fifty to sixty years ago; as long as he got by fairly, he should have one or two life-saving methods.
As he thought, Song Shuhang put on a stiff face, and said in a low voice, "You have some skill, now that you’ve taken this lord’s blow, I’ll let you live. Get up, and get out of this lord’s sight! Remember; don’t ever let this lord see you again! Ever!"
Swindling, a skill Song Shuhang was already extremely familiar with.
The Western monk stared blankly; after such a terrifying sword blow, the Second Stage ghost cultivator was still alive?
No way? It was such a frightening attack!
However, once Song Shuhang’s words were uttered, Altar Master’s body that was split in two gradually turned into black smoke, drifting into the air.
Next, Altar Master’s dreadfully pale face appeared on the same spot, and a deep sword gash was left on his forehead. At the critical moment, the life-saving method kept him alive, but the sword strike was too overbearing and still left a deep sword wound.
"Thank you, Senior, for not killing me." Altar Master endured his pain and said, "This junior will leave at once."
Since the senior had already found that he didn’t die, then there was no meaning in hiding it any longer.
The senior did indeed look like he would keep his promise and let him live. If he kept playing dead and accidentally offended this senior, giving him a reason to strike again, then he would truly bite the dust.
With that said, Ghost General Ku You that was also heavily injured floated toward Altar Master from behind while carrying a black suitcase.
The suitcase contained Altar Master’s belongings. Some things were too precious, so he didn’t dare to leave it in the city’s Luo Xin street area. So, he put those belongings in a black suitcase and always carried it with him.
"He’s actually still alive?" the Western monk said in disbelief.
Looking at the dreadfully pale face in front of him, Song Shuhang sighed within. This fellow was actually still alive.
In order to live, this guy staked his all.
If he were really a senior that cared about reputation and held true to his word, he might actually let him live.
But, unfortunately, this lord doesn’t care about saving face! All this lord wants is to make you die!
If you don’t die, this lord can’t eat and sleep in peace. It wouldn’t be possible to live in the days to come!
So, the instant Altar Master picked up the black suitcase, and turned to leave with difficulty… Song Shuhang struck again!
"Sword! Sword!" he had a ‘sword talisman’ in each hand, and he activated both at the same time.
Who knew whether Altar Master had any more life-saving methods? So, he used two sword talismans together! If it weren’t for the fact that humans have only two hands and can only use two sword talismans at once, Song Shuhang wouldn’t hesitate to use the rest of the sword talismans together!
The bright sword light shone again, and two swords formed a cross that struck Altar Master’s body.
Altar Master maintained vigilance as he left, but it didn’t do a damn thing.
The two sword lights were too fast, and once the light locked onto a target, it had the ability to confine the enemy.
After the sword light struck, Altar Master’s body was cut into four parts, falling hard onto the ground again. However, this time he had no more life-saving methods, there was no way he had survived.
A Second Stage cultivator’s body was extremely sturdy. Even when diced into pieces, Altar Master did not immediately bite the dust. His eyes stared right at Song Shuhang, and in his heart he had infinite curses, but in the end, it turned into two resentful words, "Shame… less!"
Although he knew the senior was a poison user so his personality had to be fickle, but he never expected him to be this shameless, without a bottom line.
"Hehe, whatever you say." Song Shuhang quickly took out another talisman, an ‘evil-warding talisman.’
Altar Master bit the dust, but his resentful ghost Ku You was still alive.
Weeds must be removed by the roots to prevent future trouble!
If Song Shuhang was a complete loner, he needn’t worry about future troubles. Unfortunately, he wasn’t.
"Break!" the evil-warding talisman’s spiritual power hurricane blew again, sweeping through two cabins.
"Zhh…" Ghost General Ku You wailed. Incredibly weakened, it had no chance to run, and was directly purified by the spiritual power of the evil-warding talisman.
"Dong~~" the black suitcase fell onto the ground.
Right before his death, Altar Master’s body was also purified by the spiritual power of the evil-warding talisman. The power to retaliate before his death was also lost.
Once he thought how his death was imminent, Altar Master’s mind went blank; he yelled disjointedly, "Shame… shameless! True to… one’s words, my… a*ss!"