As for Lin Wudi's ability to imitate his voice, Yang Feilong thought it was simple, just needing mastery of ventriloquism. He also believed he must have seen the opponent recently, as the person seemed to have some knowledge of his movements.
Of course, there was no need to investigate further at this point.
His greatest reliance for killing Lin Wudi was the ghost, so he wouldn't have trouble finding the opponent!
"Alright, I've let you be an informed ghost. Now, die!"
"Kill him!" Lin Wudi gave the command to the merged ghost.
Buzz.
The next moment, the ghost rushed towards Yang Feilong with bared teeth and claws.
Yang Feilong held his long sword and slashed out.
Whoosh!
It was like striking water. The ghost's aura weakened slightly, but the reduction was so minuscule it was practically negligible.
"I could previously destroy ghosts with my true qi because they were too weak. Now, true qi still has some effect, but against a very strong ghost, the accompanying soul attack is hard-pressed to destroy it!" Yang Feilong thought to himself.
In fact, he had been mentally prepared for this.
"Heh heh, Yang Feilong, you're too naive. Knowing you possess Earth Martial Realm strength, why did I dare to boast that I would kill you? Because what I want to destroy is your soul!" Lin Wudi's arrogant voice rang out, laced with a sickly, eerie tone.
But the next moment, his cackling laughter abruptly stopped, as if a duck had its throat squeezed.
"How can this be?" Lin Wudi's triumphant, arrogant smile turned to horror and shock.
What happened?
After his sword strike proved ineffective, he retracted his long sword. By then, the ghost, whose aura had reached the sixth tier, was upon him, ready to possess him. Once possessed, it would invade Yang Feilong's soul and destroy it.
This was Lin Wudi's plan, of course.
But he had underestimated Yang Feilong's soul. After all, upon breaking through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, his soul realm had soared from the sixth tier of mortal grade to the seventh tier. Coupled with the soul weapon Dragon Thorn, his soul attack methods had reached an extremely high level, capable of shattering the mud palace of ordinary Earth Martial Realm cultivators and destroying their souls.
Facing this ghost, which was only of ordinary sixth-tier strength, it was naturally no match.
Buzz!
The Dragon Thorn instantly weaved through the ghost several times.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Piercing, grating screams, like fingernails on a chalkboard, echoed. The previously merged ghost dispersed and returned to its initial state, or rather, its aura was significantly weaker than its initial state, appearing to have dropped in cultivation.
This showed how terrifying Yang Feilong's seemingly casual series of attacks were!
"How do you possess a soul weapon?" Lin Wudi screamed upon seeing this.
He could "see" Yang Feilong, firstly, through surveillance, and secondly, through the ghost's eyes. Once the ghost was under his control, its eyes became his eyes.
What the ghost saw, he could also "see"!
"Why wouldn't I?" Yang Feilong sneered. Swish, swish, swish, the soul weapon Dragon Thorn darted. As he spoke, there were several more piercing screams. Four more ghosts died a tragic death, their souls scattered, completely annihilated!
"Come back, come back!" Lin Wudi's heart bled as he watched his carefully cultivated ghosts perish one by one.
But not a single one could "escape alive." The remaining four ghosts attempted to flee, but were pierced by Yang Feilong's lightning-fast Dragon Thorn, dying instantly, their souls completely scattered.
"Yang Feilong, you deserve to die, you deserve to die! You actually destroyed my eight carefully nurtured children!" Lin Wudi roared in fury, the sound reverberating through the great hall. "I will not let you go, I will definitely get revenge!"
It seemed he was preparing to flee. After all, his greatest reliance had been so easily dealt with by Yang Feilong. He knew that if he stayed, he would surely die.
His soul, though not weak, was clearly no match for Yang Feilong's.
Furthermore, if he were to be approached, he would surely die. As a ghost hunter, although he had also cultivated ancient martial arts, his skill level was mediocre, only at the Profound Martial Realm. Yes, his martial arts talent was rumored to be outstanding, but years ago, when he ventured out, he discovered that his so-called strong martial arts talent was only relative to the young cultivators in Qinglan City. In the entire ancient martial arts world, his talent was ordinary, very ordinary, which greatly dejected him. By chance, he obtained the inheritance of a ghost hunter. He discovered that although his martial arts talent was ordinary, his talent as a ghost hunter was extraordinary, so he faked his death!
His objective, naturally, was to avoid anyone discovering he had become a ghost hunter, for he knew it was a profession universally condemned. Ghost hunters had even experienced periods of near extinction, which was why many people were unaware of this profession. Because living ghost hunters were afraid of being discovered and "eliminating evil for the people"!
When a universally praised profession became one that was universally condemned, many ghost hunters felt indignant. They believed that one shouldn't cast a net over all because some had gone down the wrong path, but few ghost hunters could resist the temptation of becoming stronger.
Therefore, one couldn't blame them for lumping everyone together!
Compared to the destructive power of ghost hunters, ancient martial arts practitioners were considered benevolent.
Of course, it was also because many ancient martial arts practitioners were relatively upright and did not take advantage of their strength to arbitrarily harm ordinary people!
In a secret underground location within the Marriage Palace, Lin Wudi sat on an altar. A wall was covered in surveillance monitors, but at this moment, his face was contorted and ugly.
His greatest reliance had been thoroughly shattered by Yang Feilong. Now, although he had some minor ghosts around him, they were extremely fragile, unable to even contend with Miya. Facing Yang Feilong, they would be no harder to crush than ants.
"I must escape this place quickly, otherwise, it will become my burial ground!" Lin Wudi suppressed his inner hatred and decided to open a hidden portal and escape stealthily.
This Star Sea Haunted House was his property. He was very reluctant to abandon it now, but he had no choice. Ordinary constables couldn't find him, but Yang Feilong's soul power was so strong, he might be able to locate this secret place before long!
Therefore, he had to flee. Whether he would return in the future, that remained to be seen!
But the next moment, before he could even reach the hidden door, two figures appeared in the room.
"So it was you, you are Lin Wudi!" Yang Feilong's eyes showed a look of relief upon seeing Lin Wudi. No wonder he knew so much about his situation.
"I feel like this person looks familiar," Miya also frowned.
"Because he was the waiter who served us last night at the hot pot restaurant!" Yang Feilong explained. He had a near-photographic memory and the waiter had served them multiple times last night, so how could he forget.
"So it was him!" Miya immediately remembered as well.
At this moment, Lin Wudi's heart sank to the bottom.