Chapter 4850
Li Chunfeng and the red-robed old ghost clashed at incredible speed. Their battle unleashed terrifying forces, distorting the very fabric of Wuwang Land!
Many cultivators watched the fight with solemn expressions, fearing that Wuwang Land could collapse at any moment.
“Old Li, I’ll help you…”
Seeing the intensity of the battle, Nan Batian prepared to assist Li Chunfeng.
“You’d better fight me instead…”
At that moment, an old man emerged from the black fog surrounding Ming Shao. He wore a black robe, but his face was red and purple—resembling a monkey’s rear!
“Damn, another one?”
Kai frowned at the unexpected appearance.
Nan Batian eyed the red-faced old ghost and smirked. “You, monkey-ass, want to fight me too?”
The red-faced old ghost was momentarily stunned before looking at Nan Batian in shock. “You know me?”
“No,” Nan Batian replied flatly.
“Then how do you know my name?” the ghost asked, puzzled.
“Your name? Don’t tell me it’s actually Monkey Butt?”
“Yes, I’m Hou Ding,” the ghost nodded.
Nan Batian scoffed. “Damn, I guessed it! Enough talking—I’ll finish you off quickly. I still need to help Old Li!”
With that, Nan Batian launched a fierce punch at the red-faced ghost. The illusions in Wuwang Land intensified as the battle escalated.
Chaos erupted across Wuwang Land, with fights breaking out everywhere.
Meanwhile, Young Master Ming observed Kai with a smirk of disdain.
“The Four Ghosts of Mingshan… isn’t there still one missing?”
At that moment, Lin Chong approached Kai and spoke to Young Master Ming in the distance.
“The Four Ghosts of Mingshan?” Kai asked.
“It’s said that beneath Tianmo Mountain lies another range known as Mingshan, leading to the underworld. The Four Ghosts of Mingshan are demon cultivators from that land.”
“They belong to the same sect and are infamous for their cruelty. I never expected them to be under the command of the Four Hades as well.”
Lin Chong followed alongside Kai, explaining,
“The Eight Swordsmen of Demon Mountain, the Four Ghosts of Mingshan… The Four Nether Palaces have recruited many powerful warriors?”
“No wonder this Young Master Ming is so arrogant despite his age—he truly has the strength to back it up!”
Kai gazed at Young Master Ming, realizing just how formidable the Four Nether Palaces had become.
“Emperor Lin, are you planning to step in yourself as well?”
Seeing Lin Chong standing beside Kai, Young Master Ming smirked coldly.
“I won’t allow anyone to threaten Mr. Chen—not even the Four Nether Palaces.”
Lin Chong’s voice was calm but resolute.
“Very well, I’ll grant you that wish,” Young Master Ming said with a nod.
From within the swirling black fog beside him, an old man emerged. He was draped in black robes, but his hands were blood-red, as if they had just been soaked in fresh blood.
“Emperor of Sun and Moon City, it is an honor to face you in battle.”
With that, the old man with red claws lunged at Lin Chong.
Lin Chong leaped forward, engaging in combat with him mid-air.
Kai scanned his surroundings—every force aligned behind him had been deployed.
Meanwhile, Young Master Ming walked toward Kai, his steps slow yet eerily swift, closing the distance in an instant.
“I’ve heard you’re a genius of the Heaven and Man Realm, a prodigy beyond compare. I’d like to see for myself…”
“But don’t worry—I’ll give you the chance to call for reinforcements. If you have anyone backing you, summon them all.”
Young Master Ming smiled politely, speaking in a refined yet condescending manner.
For a brief moment, the two didn’t seem like enemies.
In truth, they weren’t personal enemies—but Young Master Ming simply couldn’t tolerate anyone stronger than himself.
Kai met his gaze and slowly shook his head. “I won’t call anyone. If I did, your Four Nether Palaces would cease to exist.”
Young Master Ming burst into laughter. “You’re full of bold words. Even the leader of the Huofen Sect wouldn’t dare to belittle my Four Nether Palaces like that!”
“Do you think we only have the Eight Swordsmen of Demon Mountain and the Four Ghosts of Mingshan?”