Mo Lin had anticipated that the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu would be powerful, but he never imagined it would be this formidable.
It far exceeded his expectations.
"Has this guy gone mad?" Xin Lang watched in shock as Mo Lin rampaged, his fear evident as he stumbled backward.
With a single strike, Mo Lin obliterated three fatal-level ghosts.
The situation on the ground was grim.
A look of despair crossed Xin Lang's face.
This was no longer a battle of strength; it was an insurmountable gap.
All the measures Xin Lang had prepared were now exhausted.
"Cousin, what should we do?" Xin Lang, thoroughly at a loss, turned to the man in black for guidance.
"What do we do?" The man in black's face was dripping with sweat, his anxiety mounting.
This was undoubtedly the greatest crisis the Xin family had ever faced.
Grimly, he clenched his teeth, making a decisive choice. "Release him."
Fear flickered in the depths of Xin Lang's eyes.
The thought of that person made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"That... that one? Are you certain?" Xin Lang stammered, his voice betraying his nervousness.
"What other choice do we have? If we don't release him, who can stand against Mo Lin?" The man in black retorted, his tone a mixture of frustration and determination.
"But if he is released, many will die. We may even be in danger ourselves," Xin Lang swallowed nervously.
"Enough of this, release him now!" The man in black repeated, his voice sharp with urgency.
They had no other options left.
If they didn't unleash that creature, no one could contend with Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was a man possessed, wielding the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu and descending into a berserker-like frenzy.
No ghost could approach him; within a meter of Mo Lin, every single one of them was annihilated with a single strike.
"Damn it, I'm all in," Xin Lang growled through clenched teeth, watching Mo Lin's ruthless slaughter.
With that, he turned and retreated, followed by the man in black.
Mo Lin trailed them closely.
They made their way from the front yard to the back, to the deepest corner of the courtyard.
At the farthest, most secluded part, there stood a small room.
The room was tiny, about fifty square meters, its wooden door reinforced with thick, rusted iron chains. A massive lock secured the chains, and the door was covered in webs.
In his haste, Xin Lang dashed toward the gap, and in his speed, he collided with the decaying wooden door.
"Bang!" The door collapsed with a loud crash.
The house had stood for so long that the door had rotted, causing it to fall apart.
A foul, decaying odor filled the air.
At the center of the room stood a redwood coffin, bound with crimson ropes and covered in talismans.
None could say what lay inside.
"Cousin, are you truly going to release this thing?" Xin Lang hesitated as he stood before the coffin.
"If we don't release it, how else can we deal with Mo Lin?" the man in black answered coldly, his own fear evident as he backed away from the room.
It was clear he was also terrified of whatever lay within the coffin.
Reluctantly, Xin Lang tore off the talisman and broke the red rope binding the coffin.
Having done so, he was about to make his escape when—
"Pshh!"
Blood poured from Xin Lang's chest.
A ghost appeared behind him, its arm piercing through his chest. Its hand closed around his heart, still beating in his ribcage.
This creature had skin the color of dark blue-black, its aura devoid of any mercy, only an abyssal malice. It was more a monster than a ghost.
"Run..." Xin Lang's voice faded as he struggled to breathe.
Seeing Xin Lang's death, the man in black recoiled in horror, a vengeful look flashing in his eyes.
Mo Lin arrived at the back yard just in time to witness Xin Lang's corpse on the ground, a hole torn through his chest.
The man in black, consumed by hatred, glared at Mo Lin.
"Die. No one gets to survive. We all perish together!" the man in black howled, his voice laced with fury.
"Pshh!"
Blood splattered.
A black shadow flashed by.
The speed was so fast that Mo Lin could barely follow the movement.
The man in black's head vanished in an instant, and the next moment, his headless body crumpled to the ground.
In the distance, the blue-black-skinned ghost stood holding the man in black's severed head, chewing on it like a trophy.
"I'm finally free... Finally, I'm free."
A chilling, heart-stopping aura swept toward Mo Lin.
Mo Lin instinctively frowned.
A disaster-level ghost.
A Yin Si-level being.
The ghost before him was a creature of catastrophe.
It was powerful.
So powerful, in fact, that Mo Lin felt it was difficult to even breathe in its presence.
In the brief moment that Mo Lin froze, the smell of blood filled the air, sharp and pungent.
In under ten seconds, the ghost had killed over ten ordinary people.
Its senses were keen. It could find anyone hiding and tear them apart without hesitation.
Why had it not attacked Mo Lin immediately?
Because Mo Lin was strong...
The ghost, ruthless and violent, slayed without mercy.
No one it killed remained whole.
Whether friend or foe, they were erased from existence.
Mo Lin was stunned.
The Xin family had hidden such a powerful ghost?
"Yin Si?" Mo Lin muttered, his eyes locked on the ghost.
The blue-black creature scrutinized Mo Lin, its gaze piercing.
"Wounded?" it sneered.
"No, wait. This is... strange... Ghost mother?"
The ghost howled in anger, its expression twisting into a grotesque snarl.
"Five Zang Hidden Ghost technique... you're his disciple, damn it!"
"Damn it, if it weren't for your master crippling my Dao power, I would never have fallen so low."
"I couldn't defeat your master, so I'll kill you to avenge myself."
Mo Lin immediately realized what was happening.
This ghost was from the same era as his master.
It had once been hunted down by his teacher but managed to escape by pure luck.
Now, it sought revenge, targeting Mo Lin, the disciple of his old adversary.
Unable to defeat the elder, it aimed to kill the younger.
Mo Lin's thoughts raced as he caught a key term.
Dao power.
When beings, whether human or ghost, reached a certain level, they would possess "Dao power."
For instance, a thirty-year-old ghost or a ten-year-old ghost wasn't about age, but rather the ghost's experience in the ghost path.
It was an absurdly high level.
Mo Lin furrowed his brow. He had encountered something formidable.
"Die, kid!" the blue-black ghost bellowed as it charged toward Mo Lin.
A terrifying, sharp sword of ghostly energy formed in the air.
"Bang!"
The sound of an explosion rang out ahead of Mo Lin.
This attack easily broke through the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu's defenses.
It was too powerful!
The Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu surged with energy, forcing Mo Lin's body into action to strike back at the ghost.
In that moment, Mo Lin muttered to himself, praying: Please, don't fail me now.
This couldn't fail.
Everything had gone according to plan until now.
The appearance of the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu had been anticipated.
Only now, this moment, had caught him off guard.
Moments ago, Mo Lin had thought the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu was a bit too powerful.
Now, he had no such thoughts.
Thank goodness the Wan Mie Zhen Xian Fu was powerful enough.
Otherwise... Mo Lin would have been doomed.