Ghost Immortal

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect the Palm Thunder to have such a change."

The tiger demon held the spear horizontally in front of him, and the scale-like patterns on the spear suddenly came to life.

The scales opened one by one, revealing the dark red muscles underneath.

The muscles were still twitching slightly, like a living creature whose skin had just been peeled off.

The base of each scale is embedded in the muscles and is directly connected to the tiger demon's own nerves.

The opening and closing of the scales were perfectly synchronized with the tiger demon's breathing.

The scales on the spear opened up, and the entire spear transformed into a tentacle covered in scales, writhing like a snake in his hand.

The scales vibrated, creating a low, piercing buzz.

The buzzing sound penetrates the eardrums and reaches the skull, like the piercing sound of a rattlesnake's tail, making people dizzy.

"This spear contains the remnant soul of a dragon, and the scales of a thousand-year-old dragon. Your ghost fire cannot burn through it."

The tiger demon roared and thrust his spear forward again.

All the scales on the spear vibrated simultaneously, generating tiny sound waves.

The sound waves overlapped, forming visible ripples that spread in all directions.

The air in front of the gun tip was distorted and deformed by the sound waves.

Looking through distorted air is like looking at a stone at the bottom of water through the surface; everything becomes crooked and distorted.

Li Feng used the Seven Star Steps, his figure flashing seven times in a small space.

The Seven Star Step is one of the signature footwork techniques of the Maoshan School, which involves stepping on the positions of the Big Dipper.

After completing the seven steps, a miniature Big Dipper formation can be formed, allowing one to fully integrate one's own energy into the stars and constellations, temporarily avoiding the enemy's lock-on.

But sound waves are not weapons. Weapons can be dodged, but sound waves can penetrate anywhere.

An invisible sound wave struck Li Feng's chest from a distance.

Instantly, I felt the air in my chest being sucked away by an invisible hand.

The lungs contracted violently, and the heart stopped beating for a moment.

He felt a dull pain in his chest, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Junior brother!"

Qiu Lan exclaimed in alarm, disregarding that she was still in the formation, and frantically shook the Soul-Soothing Bell.

The sound waves emitted by the copper bell rushed towards the tiger demon, attempting to disrupt its attack rhythm.

But the tiger demon merely glanced at her sideways, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips.

It didn't even lift a finger; it simply shook the scales off the gun.

A deeper, more resonant sound wave emanated from the gun barrel, colliding with the sound wave of the Requiem Bell in the air.

"roar!!!"

The two sound waves cancel each other out and dissipate into the air.

Qiulan was affected by the sound waves; the soothing bell in her hand trembled and her tiger's mouth went numb from the shock.

He staggered back two steps and crashed into a large rock.

"You're courting death! How dare you interfere in our battle?"

The tiger demon sneered and was about to turn around and give chase when he suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle.

Qiu Sheng rolled to its feet, and the dust from the iron whisk was shaken off, with dozens of dust strands wrapping around the tiger demon's ankle.

Dust threads are special magical artifacts made by the Maoshan sect. They are woven from silver threads soaked in black dog blood and cinnabar, and have a strong binding effect on demons and evil spirits.

Qiu Sheng poured all his spiritual power into the dust threads, which dug into the tiger demon's flesh, making a hissing, burning sound.

White smoke suddenly rose from the dark gold tiger skin.

"Pour it out for me!"

Qiu Sheng shouted and grabbed the handle of the whisk with both hands, pulling hard.

The tiger demon remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground.

It looked down at Qiusheng as if he were an ant trying to shake a big tree.

Then, with a gentle jerk of his ankle, demonic energy immediately burst forth from the pores of his ankle.

The dust strands wrapped around my ankles, like spider webs burned by fire, snapped one by one, making a crisp "snap snap snap" sound.

Qiu Sheng felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and was then thrown away by the force of the rebound.

He slammed his back against a large tree, clutched his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Another ant that overestimates its own strength."

The tiger demon had no interest in finishing off Li Feng and turned to continue walking towards him.

But just as it turned around, Li Feng's figure appeared to its side.

The lightning in his right palm had been successfully condensed.

The purplish-black lightning compressed into a ball of light the size of a soccer ball.

The surface of the light sphere was covered with fine lightning patterns. At the core of the light sphere, the core of the Netherworld Ghost Fire pulsed, and Li Feng forcibly pressed it into the core of the palm lightning.

Thunder and fire merged, yin and yang clashed, and the power increased more than threefold out of nowhere.

The tiger demon was astonished.

"Merge thunder and fire? Are you out of your mind! Forcibly fusing two completely opposite forces will get out of control and you'll be blown to pieces!"

Its judgment is correct.

Li Feng is indeed playing with fire. Thunder belongs to Yang, fire belongs to Yin, and ghost fire is the most Yin of all Yin fires.

The forced fusion of the extremely yang palm lightning and the extremely yin ghost fire is extremely dangerous.

However, relying on the endurance of his ten-inch spiritual root and his control over the Netherworld Ghost Fire, Li Feng managed to suppress these two forces within his palm.

"Let's take a gamble. Let's see if you get blown up first, or if I get attacked first!"

Li Feng grinned, revealing his madness.

He struck the tiger demon hard in the right ribs with his palm, and the tiger demon instinctively drew his gun to defend.

However, the angle that Li Feng chose was extremely tricky.

He stood to the right of the tiger demon, his right ribs positioned in a blind spot on the inside of the tiger demon's gun-wielding arm.

No matter how fast a spear is, it cannot turn inside the arm.

The next instant, the palm lightning struck the tiger demon squarely in the right rib!

"Boom!"

A burst of purplish-black lightning erupted, and countless fine arcs of purplish-black electricity drilled into the tiger demon's body.

The tiger demon's skin and flesh were visibly charred and rolled up, revealing the dark red muscles underneath.

The muscle fibers also spasmed and twitched in the lightning, making a sizzling sound like fried meat slices.

The ghostly fire hidden in the core of the lightning did not explode after entering the wound. Instead, it acted like a living thing, drilling into the tiger demon's internal organs along its meridians and burning away the demonic energy along the way.

The tiger demon immediately roared deafeningly.

"Aww!!!"

The excruciating pain caused it to scream in agony.

This was the first time in all its years that it had experienced such unbearable pain.

Lightning was burning away its demonic aura, and will-o'-the-wisps were consuming its vitality.

The two forces, one yin and one yang, one external and one internal, collide and stimulate each other within its body, causing immense suffering and torment.

Its massive body was blasted backward, and a charred hole the size of a bowl was blown out of its right side.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and three ribs were blown off.

Broken bone fragments pierced through the charred flesh, and on the white bone, undying purple arcs of electricity and eerie green flames still flickered.

But the tiger demon was, after all, a demon that had cultivated for three hundred years.

After barely managing to steady itself, it looked down incredulously at the wound on its right rib.

Take a deep breath, and your chest will swell up like a bellows.

Then he exhaled that breath onto the wound on his right side.

Dark golden demonic energy surged from its mouth, completely enveloping the wound on its right side.

The charred flesh at the edge of the demonic wound regrows at a visible speed, and the broken ribs slowly heal under the nourishment of the demonic energy.

"You little bastard!"

The tiger demon was completely enraged and hurled very offensive insults.

"This palm strike will cripple at least thirty years of my cultivation. You must die today. I will chew and swallow your bones one by one, extract your soul, and refine it into the lowest of the low among the vengeful spirits, so that you will kneel in my lair and perform for all eternity!"