Ghost Immortal

The tiger demon's smile vanished instantly.

It tilted its head, scrutinizing Li Feng.

"Interesting. I haven't killed many Taoists, but their reactions before death were all pretty much the same. Some knelt down and begged for mercy, chanted incantations and fought desperately, while others were so scared that they wet their pants. But none of them were as fearless as you."

It took another step forward, shortening the distance between itself and Li Feng to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

"The ghostly flames on your body are the punishment fire of the Underworld Emperor, which are specifically used to subdue demons and evil spirits."

"But your cultivation is only at the early stage of Qi Refining. No matter how powerful the Netherworld Ghost Fire is, how much of its power can you unleash? One-tenth or two-tenths? This level of ghost fire is at most enough to scald a monster of my level."

Its eyes suddenly turned greedy.

"I can smell that the aura in your dantian is even rarer than the ghostly flames of the underworld. Little Taoist, what is nurturing in your dantian?"

Li Feng was startled, but showed no sign of it on his face.

This tiger demon's senses were far more acute than the zombie king's.

Although the Zombie King has a higher level of cultivation, zombies perceive things differently from humans; they can only smell the aura of corpses and the aura of yang.

Tiger demons are living beings that cultivate the Way of Life, and their perception of spiritual energy fluctuations far surpasses that of zombies.

It could even faintly smell the aura of his ten-inch spiritual root.

Li Feng stopped talking nonsense, opened his right hand, and the air in his palm suddenly distorted. The eerie green flame flickered a few times and condensed into a palm-sized lotus-shaped flame, which hovered in his palm.

The flame, though small, was exquisitely crafted.

The moment the will-o'-the-wisp appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped instead of rising.

All the ghosts felt the chill that could freeze their souls.

"Howl!"

The surrounding ghosts screamed in terror and retreated a dozen steps in unison.

Their feet dragged trails of corpse fluid on the ground, and the demonic souls inside their chests pounded violently, almost leaping out.

The female ghost in the wedding dress retreats the fastest.

As it retreated, it sang in a high-pitched voice:

"The King of Hell lights a lamp, but it doesn't light... Oh no!!"

"Will-o'-the-wisps light up the road to the underworld... Yo!!"

After singing those two lines, it suddenly covered its mouth, and dark yellow liquid welled up from its remaining eye.

The ghost seemed to be crying.

The demonic soul within its chest sensed the presence of its natural enemy and frantically drove its tattered body to flee.

The tiger demon's smile vanished instantly.

Its amber-colored vertical pupils contracted, shrinking to the size of a pinhead.

The eerie green flames pulsed violently deep within his pupils.

The tiger demon looked wary: "Such enormous ghostly flames... could you be from the underworld?"

"Li Feng, the 37th generation disciple of the Maoshan School."

Li Feng answered calmly, the ghostly flames spinning in his palm, looking as majestic as Yama, the King of Hell.

The tiger demon's fangs clenched and rattled.

The effect of Netherworld Ghost Fire on demons is even more pronounced than on zombies.

Zombies are inanimate objects, and their fear of the Underworld Emperor's fiery punishment is merely an instinct, much like a prisoner's fear of instruments of torture.

But the demon race cultivates vitality and breathes the ever-flowing energy of heaven and earth.

Ghostly flames of the underworld are the natural enemy of all living beings whose foundation lies in life.

When zombies encounter ghostly flames, they will be suppressed and burned, or driven away, but not fatally.

When demons encounter ghost fire, it's like dry wood meeting a raging fire; all their demonic energy becomes fuel for the flames.

Once ignited, it will burn from head to toe, from skin and fur to bone marrow.

Burning from the body to the soul, burning it completely, leaving not even ashes.

"No wonder you were able to escape alive from the Zombie King. With such a huge amount of Netherworld Fire in your hands, zombies, those inanimate objects, wouldn't dare to come near you."

The tiger demon gripped his spear tightly, the muscles in his arms taut like iron blocks, and dark blue veins bulging from under his skin, throbbing like earthworms.

"But do you think you can scare me away with a mere, still-developing ghostly flame?"

It roared, and its demonic energy exploded.

Dark golden demonic energy surged forth like a burst dam, forming a three-zhang-high vortex of demonic energy around it.

The sky above was dyed a dark gold by demonic energy, the clouds churned, and thunder rolled deep within them.

Sensing their master's anger, the ghosts knelt down in submission.

They lay on the ground trembling, the frequency of the demonic souls pounding in their chests perfectly matching the heartbeat of the tiger demon.

He then resumed singing, this time with a higher and sharper tone, filled with fanatical worship and maddening joy.

It was as if they were offering a hymn to the impending slaughter.

"I have cultivated for three hundred years, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining the essence of the sun and moon, and absorbing the souls of humans and demons."

The tiger demon slowly walked towards Li Feng, raising its spear with the tip aimed at Li Feng's heart.

"This natal demon weapon was forged using my own spine, and the dragon scales on the spear were obtained from the bones of a dragon in the mountains."

"It took me thirty years to embed each dragon scale into my spine, enduring excruciating pain, but I succeeded! Dragons belong to water, and water can overcome fire. Even the ghostly flames of the underworld cannot burn through the thousand-year-old dragon scales!"

The murderous aura emanating from the spear tip is so strong that even a single breath would make an ordinary person dizzy and cause a cultivator with low cultivation level to waver.

"It has been many years since I last tasted the ghost fire of the underworld. The last time I encountered ghost fire was a hundred years ago when a soul-reaping messenger from the underworld passed by Black Wind Ridge. I tore him to pieces, but his ghost fire also burned my left eye."

It pointed to the corner of its left eye, where an old scar was barely visible.

"Today is the perfect day to settle both old and new scores. I will devour you alive and refine your ghostly flames into my own divine power to avenge the grudges of yesteryear!"

"Today I will taste what the illegitimate son of the Underworld Emperor is like!"

Before he could finish speaking, the tiger demon’s massive body left a trail of afterimages in the air, and its true form instantly appeared in front of Li Feng.

The spear tore through the air, and a sharp sonic boom erupted in front of the spear tip, like someone cracking a whip in mid-air.

The speed of that shot was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

Qiu Sheng and Qiu Lan didn't even see the tiger demon's movements clearly.

In their sight, the tiger demon was still standing in the same spot, but the tip of its spear was already in front of Li Feng.

Li Feng, however, seemed to have anticipated this.

The moment the tiger demon made its move, his body shifted three feet to the left.

This dodge wasn't made after seeing the tiger demon's movements.

Instead, his body moved instinctively the moment the tiger demon's shoulder twitched slightly.

The spear grazed his right arm, tearing a gash in the sleeve of his Taoist robe.

The cloth was lifted into the air by the force of the energy, and before it hit the ground, it was shredded into dust by the demonic energy remaining on the spear tip.

At the same time, Li Feng flipped his right hand.

The ghostly flames transformed into fire snakes, coiling along the spear shaft towards the tiger demon's wrist.

The fire snake moved extremely fast along the gun barrel, and in the blink of an eye it darted to the middle of the gun barrel.

"Sizzle!"

The fire serpent caused the dragon scales on the gun to emit a sharp hissing sound, and the edges of the scales were burned and charred by the ghost fire, emitting a foul stench of burnt hair.

The tiger demon's expression changed slightly. He quickly withdrew his spear and retreated three zhang, barely avoiding the fire snake's entanglement.

It glanced down at the gun barrel, where several scorch marks appeared on the scales licked by the fire snake.

The scales themselves were not broken, but a sizzling sound still emanated from deep within the scorch marks, and the lingering flames of the will-o'-the-wisp were still slowly eroding the edges of the scales.

"Such a quick reaction."

The tiger demon narrowed its eyes and re-examined Li Feng.

"You are not an ordinary early-stage Qi Refining cultivator. An ordinary early-stage Qi Refining cultivator would have no chance of dodging my spear just now. Your body moved before your brain could react. This is an instinct formed after experiencing life-and-death battles."

"How old are you? Twenty? How could a cultivator your age possess such instincts?"

Of course, Li Feng wouldn't tell it that this was experience gained from fighting life-or-death battles with the armored zombies.

He made a hand seal with his left hand, and a palm lightning bolt condensed in his right palm.

This time, he didn't rush to release it. Instead, he used the Netherworld Ghost Fire to compress the lightning into his palm and condense it continuously.

The color of the lightning gradually changed from light blue to dark purple, and then from dark purple to a purplish-black that was almost like ink.

Heavenly lightning merges with Netherfire, annihilating both good and evil!

The tiger demon's expression grew increasingly solemn.

The Palm Lightning is a signature spell of the Maoshan School used to subdue demons and evil spirits. Lightning is of the yang nature and is specifically designed to break through the yin energy of demons and evil spirits.

The palm lightning, refined by cultivator Li Feng using Netherworld Ghost Fire, is more than ten times more powerful than ordinary palm lightning.

It could already see a faint green light within the purplish-black lightning in Li Feng's palm.

This is the change that occurs after the Netherworld Ghost Fire merges with the Palm Lightning.

Thunder and fire merge, yin and yang intertwine; if this palm strike lands squarely, even it will lose a layer of skin!