My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 211 - 148: A Blood-Frenzied Night

His swordsmanship seemed to lack killing power, yet with one move he could slay ghosts, and it even carried a special charm.

The sword struck like lightning, swift as a startled swan.

Though merely at the Postnatal Realm, even the Ghost Race at the same level couldn’t withstand a single sword strike from Yin Changli.

One sword strike directly between the eyebrows.

Instantly killed. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

This truly opened the eyes of the disciples of the Medical King Valley; those unaware might have thought Yin Changli was apprenticed to some Sword Master.

If Li Hengsheng were here, he would undoubtedly be shocked by Yin Changli’s swordsmanship; Yin Changli had actually attained the realm of Sword Following Heart!

If Yin Changli were merely a disciple of a Sword Master, it might be acceptable, but he was just a disciple of the Medical King Valley, where hardly anyone practiced swordsmanship properly, yet he managed to reach this level on his own.

No one knew, although Yin Changli didn’t have a Sword Master as a mentor, he had a sword!

A wooden sword.

A Xuanyuan Sword carved from Longevity Wood.

This sword had continuously enhanced Yin Changli’s understanding of the Sword Dao with each passing day.

Thus achieving his current realm.

"Hahaha, how thrilling to kill; ghost brats, come and meet your end with your grandpa here!"

On a wide street, a robust disciple wielded an iron saber, slaughtering ten Ghost Race members that appeared in this alley.

Blood was still dripping from his iron saber.

He was a disciple of the Iron Saber Sect, named Zhou Ni. At the Postnatal Great Perfection Realm, the saber techniques of the Iron Saber Sect were naturally fierce and unrestrained, and Zhou Ni was among the top in strength among the Iron Saber Sect disciples.

Just now, ten Blood Ghosts charged at him, including one Ghost Race member at the Postnatal Great Perfection Realm, but even they couldn’t do anything to Zhou Ni and all died under his iron saber.

Zhou Ni thoroughly enjoyed the slaughter.

"Hehe, are there no more ghost brats?" Zhou Ni pulled the clothes of a dead Ghost Race member, wiping the blood off his iron saber.

At that moment, Zhou Ni suddenly frowned and looked towards the end of the alley.

He vaguely saw a figure there.

But the end of the alley was a dead end, and no one had entered previously, so it must be the Ghost Race.

"No Ghost Qi?"

As Zhou Ni walked towards the end of the alley, he curiously asked, "Who is there? Who’s that? Which sect do you belong to?"

But there was no response from the other side.

The closer he got, the clearer Zhou Ni could see. The person was strange, wearing a long dress, and holding a red oil-paper umbrella.

The umbrella covered the face, making it unclear.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Ni sensed something amiss; even if it wasn’t a ghost, it was very suspicious.

So, he already placed his iron saber in front of him defensively.

He slowly approached the front.

"Hee hee."

A giggling sound reached his ears.

The voice sounded like a young girl’s, yet it was somewhat creepy.

"This brother is really brave; I kind of like you," the voice entered Zhou Ni’s ears.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhou Ni’s head buzzed, and his consciousness momentarily blurred, causing his expression to change.

At this moment, that figure slowly lifted the red oil-paper umbrella.

Underneath the umbrella was indeed a girl, yet astonishingly she had no face!

Her face was completely blank, without eyes, nose, or mouth, just a void.

"Illusion Ghost!"

Zhou Ni was shocked, his whole body covered in goosebumps; he never expected to encounter an Illusion Ghost!

He recalled the words of an elder from his sect: if you see the face of an Illusion Ghost, it means you’ve already fallen into its Illusion Technique, and you are in danger.

"Hee hee."

The graceful figure still holding the umbrella slowly walked out of the alley.

Behind her, Zhou Ni’s head rolled over.

His face was still etched with fear.