Fang Qiu thought for a moment, feeling that what Wang Xiaoqiang said was not without reason. Instead of letting these vengeful spirits suffer here, it would be better for them to perish early. Besides, they couldn't not rescue Princess Hua Shao because of these spirits. However, it was truly hard for him to bear to kill these spirits. At this moment, he was extremely hesitant and said, "Little Qiang, but..."

"Alright, I know you all can't bring yourselves to do it. I'll be the villain; you deal with the Ghost King, and leave these vengeful spirits to me!" Wang Xiaoqiang said as he jumped off the Golden Leaf Flying Boat, charging towards the vengeful spirits.

Once a person dies, as long as the soul and spirit remain, they can reincarnate. But if the soul and spirit are shattered, they can never be reborn.

These vengeful spirits are souls and spirits, and if they are destroyed, they can never reincarnate. So although they suffer day and night, they still hold onto hope, hoping one day to escape the demon palm of the Ghost King and be reborn as humans.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang charging towards them, they sensed danger, emitted sharp howls, showed expressions of resentment and venomous intent, and then charged at Wang Xiaoqiang with claws and teeth bared.

With a thought, Wang Xiaoqiang released all three layers of the golden shell from his body, launching an attack on the vengeful spirits as they approached.

He unleashed the Thunderclap Annihilation Palm, with lightning three meters long shooting out from his palms. In the explosion of thunder, any vengeful spirit hit by the lightning let out a miserable scream and disintegrated, turning into light smoke that drifted away.

And thus, they were obliterated!

Vengeful spirits are souls and spirits, most afraid of lightning, and under Wang Xiaoqiang's Thunderclap Annihilation Palm, they were utterly defeated.

The vengeful spirits did not retreat. They cried out in panic, some lamented in pain, looking very pitiable.

Wang Xiaoqiang knew there was no other way. If he compromised with these vengeful spirits, there would be no way to rescue Princess Hua Shao. With a firm resolution, he shouted sternly, "Get out of the way, or be completely annihilated!"

The vengeful spirits understood that if they retreated, they would face even greater punishment from the Ghost King later. So not only did they not retreat, but they launched a fierce attack on Wang Xiaoqiang. Seeing this, Wang Xiaoqiang was also determined, not holding back, and struck fiercely at the vengeful spirits with both hands.

As Wang Xiaoqiang was eliminating the vengeful spirits, Fang Qiu and the others charged at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King, seeing that the vengeful spirits were no match, leapt and fled, using a communication talisman to summon the elders of the Ghost King Sect as he flew.

The Ghost King Sect has ten elders, and these ten elders usually remain in secluded cultivation, not interfering with the sect's affairs. They only appear when there is a change in the sect leader or a major upheaval within the sect.

The Ghost King Sect also has tens of thousands of troops, but in the face of powerful strength, numbers are merely numbers, or rather, a heap of cannon fodder that serves little purpose, so they were not reliable.

Now, the Ghost King's reliance was on these ten elders, and also... Ghost Spirits!

After summoning the ten elders, the Ghost King flew directly toward the altar of the Ghost King Sect.

Because, Ghost Spirits have been lurking within the altar all along, enjoying the offerings of incense and sacrifices day and night.

Fang Qiu and the eight other students pursued closely behind the Ghost King, aboard the Golden Leaf Flying Boat.

The chase ended with the Ghost King landing at the steps of the altar.

At the center of the Ghost King Sect stands a tall, tower-like altar, shaped as a heptagon. It's entirely pitch black, piercing the clouds, towering immobile, with the wind blowing it emits a mournful wailing sound, mingling with a knocking sound, dispersing far, carrying a primal ruggedness, yet a unique charm.

Fang Qiu withdrew the Golden Leaf Flying Boat, which unfolded by itself, transformed back into a golden page, shrunk to the size of a page, and slipped into Fang Qiu's broad robe sleeves, disappearing.

The eight students also descended, spreading out to enclose the Ghost King, with Fang Qiu loudly demanding, "Ghost King, hand over our person quickly, or we won't rest until we get her back!"

The Ghost King stood still, sneered, and asked back, "Your person, who is your person?"

Fang Qiu replied, "A female student from Yueyang Academy."

The Ghost King said, "The one I captured isn't some female student; she is the princess of the Empire, the Princess Hua Shao of the Yellow Dragon Empire..."

Seeing that the Ghost King already knew Princess Hua Shao's identity, Fang Qiu didn't hide it anymore and said, "Yes, she is Princess Hua Shao. It is precisely because she is Princess Hua Shao that we must take her back, at any cost."

"Hehe, is that so? Then let me tell you, it is precisely because she is the princess of the Yellow Dragon Empire that I won't let her go easily. Go back and tell the Sovereign of the Yellow Dragon Empire to send an envoy to negotiate with me, or else, heh... The nationally beautiful Princess Hua Shao will become my forbidden flesh..." the Ghost King said triumphantly.

"Ghost King, don't have any delusions." Fang Qiu said this, then waved his hand, and instantly, the eight moved in unison to besiege the Ghost King.

At this moment, ten figures flew in from all directions, ten terrifyingly eerie old monsters, who were the top ten elders of the Ghost King Sect,

The ten elders, as they flew, emitted ghostly howls, the sound was piercing, shaking the spirit, and upon hearing it, the hearts of the eight students trembled with fear and discomfort.

The ghostly howl spell technique is closely related to cultivation base; the ghostly howl emitted by a Ghost Soldier is far less powerful than that of a Ghost General, and a Ghost General's howl is less powerful than that of a Ghost King.

The cultivation base of these ten elders, though not reaching the Ghost King rank, were at the Half-Step Ghost King level. Over a hundred years of cultivation in the Ghost Path had made their ghostly Dao techniques quite profound and refined, their strength not much weaker than the Ghost King's, making their ghostly howls quite intimidating to the eight students.

"Do not be afraid, steady your minds, and confidently face the enemy!" Fang Qiu instructed while waving his robe sleeve, and immediately the golden page flew out from his sleeve, glittering with golden light, soaring upwards, floating above their heads about ten feet high, suspended in midair, as the characters on the golden page fell like rain, appearing like a rain of words.

As the characters fell, they entered into the bodies of the eight students, specifically into their minds.

These characters were legends of bravery and courage, and as these stories entered their sea of heart, scenes emerged in their minds, all showing fearless battle scenes. These images dispelled the fear growing in their hearts, causing courage to arise and expand...

Regardless of the ghostly howls emitted by the ten old monsters, they appeared unaffected, fearless and unafraid.

"This invasion by an external foe seeks to destroy my Ghost King Sect; as the sect master, I'm powerless to repel the enemy, so I ask the elders to take charge, may the elders first hold off these people, I need to perform a blood sacrifice for the Ghost Spirit, to summon it to obliterate the invaders."

The ten old monsters didn't respond and lunged at Fang Qiu and the eight.

Fang Qiu and the eight had to maneuver, rising to engage their opponents.

The Ghost King, freed from the encirclement of the eight, began ascending the steps, moving layer by layer towards the altar.

Even though the situation was dire and time-critical, the Ghost King dared not rush but proceeded step by step, very cautiously, reverently, humbly, finally reaching the top of the steps, standing before the altar.

By this time, it was dusk, and the wind had picked up. The wind was strong, blowing mightily, akin to a person's wailing.

The great wind, though vast, couldn't disperse the sound emanating from the altar...

"Crack... Crack..."

It was impossible to discern the origin of this sound, reaching the ears as if penetrating the body, piercing the soul, causing one to shiver involuntarily in the night wind.

The desolate wind whistled through the land, with a mournful tune that, combined with the rhythmic clattering sounds, added to the rustic grandeur unique to the place.

On the silver ground below, the students could see the tall, towering tower-like altar, septagon in shape, entirely black, piercing the sky and standing there in imposing silence, yet echoing a plaintive clatter that spread far and wide, bearing a kind of primordial, rugged charm. (Author's note: The motivation to keep writing comes from my readers and supporters, keep supporting my work!)

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