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Chapter 339 Response and Counterattack! Voldemort's Foolish Move of Splitting His Soul!
"Demon! Shut up! You have been slaughtering mortals, toying with the souls of the living, and refining evil treasures. Your crimes are unforgivable!"
Now that death is imminent, you still dare to flaunt your words, use flattery and deceit to bewitch people. What do you take us, your holy sons and daughters, for? What do you take our righteous path of protecting all living beings for thousands of years for?
Do you think we're as cowardly as you? If we were to back down and compromise because of your few words today, then we wouldn't deserve to be leaders of the righteous path, nor would we deserve to be role models for the successors of all righteous lineages!
The righteous words of the array cultivator Li Yubo echoed throughout the entire array.
He immediately refuted the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan's persuasive words with righteous indignation.
After listening to Li Yubo's words, the holy sons and daughters of the various branches of the righteous path present calmed their minds and increased the output of their spiritual power and supernatural spells through the formation.
It was as if the psychological manipulation tactics used by the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan had no effect whatsoever.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Inside the array space, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan let out an extremely manic and mocking laugh within the body of the Pale Ghost King.
He understood that if his words had no effect whatsoever, Li Yubo would not respond at all, just like when he angrily demanded a duel earlier, but no one answered.
The things Li Yubo said in response to him weren't primarily meant for him.
His words were all about using 'righteousness' and 'face' to put these righteous youngsters from different cultivation branches on a moral high ground, making them unable to back down and feel ashamed to do anything that would dishonor their sect, so they had no choice but to join forces to suppress him.
Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan saw through all of this and felt that righteous cultivators were extremely hypocritical.
Furthermore, just because someone sees through you doesn't mean they won't get angry.
Under the influence of some extremely subtle dark magic, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan was still provoked to a deep anger by Li Yubo's words, especially a certain word in them.
He urged the Pale Ghost King to leap into the 'vast ocean' created by the array space, withstanding powerful attacks and following the traces of spiritual energy flow, launching a massive attack and causing widespread destruction.
At the same time, he stopped laughing and spoke angrily again:
"Hypocritical! Utterly hypocritical! If you were truly as righteous as you claim, I wouldn't have been able to escape China in the first place!"
Those old fogies behind you are using me as a whetstone to grind you piece of junk, completely disregarding the fact that I will continue to target ordinary people. Li Yubo, how dare you talk about protecting the common people? How laughable!
Furthermore, you are nothing but a disorganized bunch, forced to unite, only able to fight when things are going well. When things are going badly, you are unwilling to give up your treasures or your lives. And yet you dare to say that I am afraid of death?
If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't be alive today! I dare to sacrifice my lifespan, do you?
"If you're so capable, then none of you should leave! Once I destroy this lousy formation, I'll extract your souls, refine them, and burn them to make oil for heavenly lamps!"
"You fiend! How dare you!"
"You beast! How dare you underestimate us! This punch of mine is made up of ten years' worth of internal energy and eighty percent of my life force. Can you withstand it?"
"You're spouting nonsense! You're going to die today! Once you experience the agony of being devoured by ten thousand insects, let's see if you can still utter such arrogant words!"
"As the sage said: Madness will surely bring disaster! Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, your calamity has arrived!"
"Ugh~ Ugh~ I'm so angry! If I don't eat five bowls of rice tonight, it's all your fault!"
"With the mind at the command of thunder, one becomes as one with the divine power to cleanse impurities and vanquish demons!"
"cut!"
"..."
A cacophony of shouts, curses, complaints, and chanting... accompanied by supernatural powers and spells whose power suddenly increased several times over, all converged and attacked the Pale Ghost King within the array space through the integration of the Canghai Guiliu Grand Array.
This wave of attacks was incredibly powerful and unstoppable.
The ghost cultivator Mo Xuan had just finished uttering his heartfelt accusations and curses, and before he could even enjoy the exhilarating feeling of releasing his resentment, he sensed impending doom.
Forging Flame Hammer, Blood Qi Fist Force, Gu Dao Killing Move, Talent Qi Characters, Violent Pill Qi, Divine Firmament Thunder, Azure Edge Sword Qi...
They're all going all out with their ultimate moves!
The Pale Ghost King could only hold out for a moment before being blasted to pieces, missing limbs and riddled with holes, barely escaping complete destruction.
At the Ghost King's chest, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan held the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner in front of him, desperately urging the ghostly energy and yin clouds to form a defense. The anger in his eyes had temporarily disappeared, replaced by a clear sense of bewilderment.
The reason is simple: he was stunned by the beating.
Looking at the huge hole torn open in the chest of the pale ghost king in front of him, he realized how stupid he had just been.
Even clay figurines have a bit of temper, let alone a group of teenagers who are still in their adolescence and can't handle being provoked.
His tirade just now may have satisfied his own anger, but it completely ignited the other side's fury.
Originally, the other side might have retreated, but now it's a true fight to the death.
"Honorable host of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls! There is no other way now. Quickly drink all the remaining unicorn blood to offer as a sacrifice..."
The fragmented soul of Voldemort within the tattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner anxiously used its soul transmission to remind the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan to continue unleashing its full power.
He just went too far.
Originally, seeing that the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan had sacrificed thirty years of his lifespan and his strength had increased dramatically, they thought he had become a different force in both offense and defense. That's why they secretly used dark magic to provoke Mo Xuan's anger, hoping that he would speak recklessly and enrage him.
In this way, the other party will inevitably intensify its attack, ultimately leading to a lose-lose situation, which he can then reap the benefits of.
Voldemort's split soul knew that he would be intercepted today and might not be able to go to Hogwarts.
Having lost the opportunity to absorb Voldemort's main soul to strengthen himself, he had no choice but to scheme against the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, making him even weaker after the battle. This would also fulfill the conditions for turning against the host and taking over Mo Xuan's body.
However, just like the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, he did not expect the counterattack from the righteous cultivators to be so powerful, and was naturally caught off guard.
"Shut up! I don't need you to tell me what to do!"
Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan had no patience to listen to Voldemort's split soul's nonsense and irritably interrupted the split soul's telepathic transmission.
Next, he mobilized ghostly energy and soul power to restore the Pale Ghost King to its original form, allowing it to continue serving as a protective force.
However, the Pale Demon King's size inevitably shrank by more than half.
It was originally three zhang tall, but now it's less than one zhang tall.
The powerful attacks they unleashed just now also caused considerable losses to the righteous cultivators.
The depletion is not in spiritual energy, but in mental energy and blood.
The spiritual power of the secret cultivators of China is actually the same as the magic power of Western wizards; both can be automatically replenished and restored, and are not afraid of being depleted.
"You fiend! Don't underestimate us! And what you just said was all nonsense!"
To buy his teammates some time to recover their strength, formation cultivator Li Yubo, while continuously attacking the Pale Ghost King with the great formation, spoke up again...