How difficult is it to kill a group of demon ghosts?

For someone like Chen Yi, who in his previous life treated everything as a game, it is very, very difficult.

Not only must he predict what everyone wants, grasp the fleeting emotions in conversations, but also handle sudden changes and crises that strike in an instant.

The knife is already drawn, glimmering with a ghostly light beneath the candle flame.

Upon seeing the knife's flash, the pig-faced housekeeper, who was just accused of having an affair, became furious, grabbed a nearby axe, and charged forward with a roar.

The massive figure of the pig-faced demon leapt into the air and then chopped downwards with immense force.

"Slander me, die!"

The words had just fallen.

The long knife had already extended.

The pig-faced demon in mid-air was terrified, but before his face could change his fierce and malicious expression, the cold knife tip had already pierced his throat.

Thud!

Red blood spurted out, falling into the human flesh soup.

The enormous body of the pig-faced demon slowly knelt down, and in the wide-eyed gaze of the other demons, fell backward, towards the fiercely boiling cauldron.

The boiling bubbles reflected the horror of the demons.

All the evil demons were frozen stiff; there was not a sound.

Only the lady who attended beside Lord Wuchang let out a belated scream.

"Ah!!!"

Amidst the screaming, the lady had already rushed out, throwing herself onto the pig-faced demon, who was not entirely dead, his face gasping for faint breaths.

The pig-faced demon struggled to reach his hand towards the lady but froze in mid-air due to a shout.

Lord Wuchang widened his eyes and said:

"You really had an affair with my lady!"

"Would I still lie to you?"

Before the words had finished falling.

A knife pierced through the lady's back, impaling her heart, skewering her together with the pig-faced demon in a single thrust.

They died almost simultaneously.

The knife was lightly lifted and casually flicked off the blood as the person stepped past the two corpses, moving forward another step.

Lord Wuchang, after all having guarded the Ghost Gate, had witnessed many scenes. Though suddenly shocked, he immediately reacted.

At this moment, his beard trembled with anger as he stared at Chen Yi, forcing out his words hoarsely:

"Who are you?"

Chen Yi did not respond, slightly bending his body, his figure rushed out explosively.

The recruiting officer arose at once.

In his hand suddenly appeared a large spear, its tip sweeping straight towards Chen Yi!

Chen Yi slightly turned his body, seeming even a step faster, pressing one hand against the spear shaft.

"Huh?"

The well-experienced recruiting officer was surprised.

Only to see Chen Yi pressing the spear shaft, his figure flipping into the air, then patting the shaft to thrust the large spear down onto the ground in reverse.

The large spear struck the ground, its head plunging several inches into the earth, then Chen Yi stepped on the spear, slashing a knife towards the recruiting officer's head.

Chen Yi was so fast it seemed as if he slowed down the spear; such technique made the recruiting officer gain insight.

At the moment when the pig-faced demon was most vulnerable in mid-air, a knife pierced his throat, making this steward's ghost seem to crash into it himself to death.

Now the recruiting officer saw even more.

In an instant, he seemed to be filled with hot blood, and the corner of his mouth grinned open.

His battle spirit soared, letting out a battle cry!

Then, Chen Yi slashed his head off with one strike.

A crisp crack, the head soared high, arcing through the air, then fell to the ground, the crowd of demons looked back, as if the knife's light still lingered in the air.

Demon blood flowed out, inky black covering the ground.

Chen Yi lifted his eyes; the white-faced scholar wanted to escape, but with a light flick of Chen Yi's fingers.

The recruiting officer's long spear flew up, darting forward!

Instantly pinning the scholar to the door.

At this moment, the hands of the banquet's host, Lord Wuchang, finally began to tremble.

The death of the pig-faced demon did not surprise him because this steward never had much killing power, but when the recruiting officer died, a chill rose from his spine.

That was fear.

Chen Yi looked around expressionlessly, finally resting his gaze upon the main seat.

Behind him was the roaring sound of boiling soup, splashed with pig blood.

He teased with a sentence:

"The pork blood is cooked."

All the occupants were startled.

In a short time, the banquet was already covered in fresh blood.

In the end, it was still Lord Wuchang who reacted first, slamming the table as he stood up.

He immediately drew his sword, roaring: "Aren't you all going to come together, are you waiting for death?!"

The demons were suddenly awakened.

Hence, a horse-headed demon raised a heavy hammer along with a sharp wind,

smashing down upon the guest sitting beside him!

The skull exploded like a watermelon.

Eyes, brain matter, and snot splattered everywhere, covering his face.

Half-covered in blood, the horse-headed demon roared angrily, "Lord Wuchang, I've disliked you for a long time!"

The demons all widened their eyes.

Even someone as skilled as Yin Weiyin was momentarily stunned.

Before Lord Wuchang could erupt, the horse-headed demon turned his head towards Chen Yi repeatedly saying, "Immortal Master, let's eliminate the demons and protect the Way together. This Lord Wuchang has practiced hard martial arts both in life and after death, his vitality is astonishing, and he's absolutely not easy to deal with!"

Just after diligent words finished speaking.

Then,

His head was cut off with a single knife.

"Spare the talk, over the past few hundred years, you've eaten at least four hundred humans." Chen Yi casually flicked the blood off his knife, saying, "You might not believe it, this was what you boasted to me about, most proudly about eating a mother and son."

Amidst the blood splattering, all eyes were startled, the many people all had no terrifying visage of demon ghosts on their faces, but like lambs awaiting slaughter, emitted sorrowful and helpless wails.

Chen Yi scanned around, taking in all this fear.

It once was really difficult,

but now,

it's really not.

Moreover, terrifyingly simple.

On the seat of honor, Lord Wuchang drawing out his sword became as pale as White Wuchang, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the waves of chill could not stop invading his body.

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