Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 33 - Yin Mountain Ghost Lord

Rain threads linger outside the window, within the hall of Yizhuang, silence reigns.

But at this moment, the coffin the Luoxing Sect sister was leaning on suddenly moved.

Silently, as if someone inside the coffin was pushing, the lid of the coffin inexplicably cracked open a sliver.

Following that, a dry, withered hand emerged from within the gap.

The hand was a ghastly greenish-black, as if it belonged to a desiccated corpse, its long, curved nails faintly emitting a cold, bluish gleam.

As its fingers spread, they slowly reached out for the young girl's neck.

The girl remained blissfully unaware, with her senior brother only on the alert for the living, never considering the possibility of something emerging from the coffin behind them, completely oblivious to what was transpiring at their backs.

Just as the girl's throat was about to be grasped by that hand...

A flash of silver light suddenly illuminated the void!

The sound of a dragon's roar rose grandly, and the intense killing intent seemed to drag one instantly into the midst of some ancient battlefield.

The brother from Luoxing Sect's face changed, completely unprepared for the woman who had been holding the Silver Spear to suddenly strike.

And such a fierce strike it was!

"Canglong Bahuang Dianyun Spear!?"

He recognized it instantly, but dared not, and could not, meet it head-on, for by the time he realized the nature of the attack, the spear tip had already flashed past his cheek; all he could do was shout loudly:

"Sister, be careful!"

His shout was to warn his sister about the Silver Spear.

However, after he shouted, he was stunned.

For he then saw the desiccated hand reaching for his sister, saw the spear approach with surprise and haste, and now, terror overwhelmed him.

Yet, the Silver Spear was already upon them.

Its target was not his sister, but the arm of the withered hand.

This strike, if the hand still insisted on grabbing, would see the arm certainly pierced by the spear—in one swift move to defeat the enemy by rescuing Zhao.

Indeed, the hand decisively abandoned its original motion, with fingers encompassing, directly brushing towards Yang Xiaoyun's Bright Silver Spear.

The origin of that hand was unknown, its nails seemingly made of metal, and with a twist of its five fingers, it actually made contact with the spear tip of Yang Xiaoyun, producing a sonorous clang of metal, and sparks scattered in all directions.

A single hand and a Silver Spear, within this small space, executed three to five moves in the blink of an eye.

The sister from Luoxing Sect had by now fully awakened.

Even though she was inexperienced and lacked vigilance in the Jianghu, not waking up at this point would mean... her vigilance was not just low—it was completely negative.

Yet having woken up, she did not dare to make the slightest move.

Beside her, the hand and the Silver Spear clashed, swift as lightning, any slight misstep could mean death under the threatening sharpness.

But then they heard Yang Xiaoyun's light shout:

"Got you!"

With a roll of her Silver Spear, spinning and heading straight for that hand, the hand, with its fingers spread wide and hollow palm, had no time to change its move and had to meet it with brute strength.

Then came the sound of a 'ding', and the moment the spear tip touched the hand, a massive force spread instantly.

The sister from Luoxing Sect bore the brunt, the gale tossing her around in disarray.

The coffin was shoved nearly ten feet away from its original spot, with blood flowing from the hand, vivid and glaring.

The Bright Silver Spear, however, was drawn back instantly, swiftly passing through Yang Xiaoyun's hand, as she caught the spearhead under her arm, the spear shaft hanging behind her, still quivering.

"First pretending to be a god, then attacking with hidden weapons... My honored opponent, doesn't this lack a bit of grace?"

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Yang Xiaoyun's voice was cold as she quickly flicked her wrist, stabilizing the trembling spear with the butt slammed against the ground.

"Excellent Canglong Bahuang Dianyun Spear! Little girl, your martial arts are well trained."

A strange, cackling voice emerged from the coffin, as the hand suddenly withdrew into the coffin, then rose up out of thin air, flipping over and bringing with it a howling gust of wind:

"This Lord and the Iron Blood Escort Agency are not enemies. I had no desire to make things difficult for you, otherwise, just now you would have perished under the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul. Unexpectedly, despite being so young and only having practiced tumbling and basic moves for a few days, you dare to meddle in my affairs.

"Now, even if Yang Yizhi himself were to come, you would still be dead without a chance for life."

As these words were spoken, the sound of ghostly wails suddenly became loud and chaotic, seemingly infiltrating from every direction.

At the same time, the coffin rushed forward with a loud whoosh, and a palm reached out from it, splitting from one to two, two to four, and multiplying until it filled the sky!

Within an instant, the sky was full of ghostly hands, covering all of Yang Xiaoyun's vital points.

The wails of fierce ghosts filled her ears, while ghost hands filled the sky in front of her!

However, Yang Xiaoyun remained undaunted, and she even burst into laughter:

"So it's the Mysterious Thousand Shadow Hand—I was wondering who this master could be? Turns out it's the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord. But shouldn't you have died a long time ago?"

Holding the Silver Spear, she stood tall and proud. As the ghost hands approached, the sound of a Dragon Roar spontaneously echoed, and True Qi condensed, swirling around the Silver Spear in her hand. She moved forward instead of retreating, the spear tip like a Dragon Head, thrusting and colliding with the myriad ghost hands.

"The Yin Mountain Ghost Lord?"

Upon hearing such a title, the face of the junior sister from Luoxing Sect flashed with fright. Although she had no idea who the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord was, the name was terrifying enough to suggest no ordinary person.

For a moment, she looked at Yang Xiaoyun with eyes full of concern and subconsciously turned to seek help from her senior brother.

Her senior brother, however, was somewhat stunned.

While the junior sister had no knowledge of the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord, he could not claim the same ignorance.

Yin Mountain stood in the southwest of Donghuang, shrouded in shadows and miasmas year-round, a place rumored to be haunted.

There were even experts who cultivated perverse martial arts and called themselves 'ghostly', deliberately mystifying the art.

This Yin Mountain Ghost Lord claimed to have cultivated the Ghost Sect Treasure Book, the Mystical Scripture, and named himself the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord.

The martial arts techniques recorded in the Mystical Scripture were all strange and ruthless, favoring unorthodox and venomous methods.

Furthermore, this scripture had the power to make one appear lifeless, like the dead.

This was the reason why, previously, Su Mo and the others had not discovered the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord hiding inside the coffin.

Ever since this person entered Jianghu, he had been using this scripture to commit evil deeds, scorned by those on the Righteous Path.

However, ten years prior, he had murdered ordinary civilians nearly by the hundred at Xiling Chen Family Manor to practice his skills, eventually angering the martial world's Righteous Path.

In the end, several entities joined forces to besiege and kill him.

But how could it be that right now, he suddenly appeared within this Yizhuang?

What's more crucial is that even if he was the Yin Mountain Ghost Lord, Luoxing Sect had never had any enmity with this person.

Even if he had been lucky enough not to die back then, he shouldn't be seeking trouble with them here.

How come it sounded like from his words just now, he specifically came for him and his junior sister?

As this thought crossed his mind, he saw his junior sister looking at him with an anxious face. He immediately nodded his head, his palm already clutching several hidden weapons, ready to launch an attack while comforting his junior sister:

"Junior sister, don't panic. Look, her companion is still calm and composed."

The junior sister was startled, glancing at Su Mo who was still sitting by the pillar all this time, she couldn't help stomping her feet:

"You... your companion is in a life and death struggle, and yet you can still sit there unmoved? Is your heart made of iron?"

"???"

Su Mo looked at the girl somewhat astonished and with a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "I would like to help, but if I were to intervene now, the first one to hit me would be my own companion... Can't you see she's actually enjoying this?"

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