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Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Qingfeng waved his hand to stop the quarreling of the two demonic beasts. He said, "Stop fighting, let me kill this lackey of the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint first."

Qingfeng activated his clairvoyance and a flash of golden light appeared. Instantly, he saw the Ghost Saint.

Qingfeng could clearly see that the Ghost Saint was a low-grade saint. It was not very powerful and not a threat to Qingfeng at all.

Qingfeng waved his fist forward and caused an explosion within the air. Instantly, the surrounding phantoms that made up the Black Fog were blasted towards the low-grade Ghost Saint.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint furrowed his brows when he sensed the terrifying power in Qingfeng's fist. He could sense that Qingfeng' power rivaled the power of his Master, the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint waved his palm and gathered a gigantic black whirlpool which was made up of phantoms and ghostly souls to block Qingfeng's fist.

Unfortunately, just as the whirlpool made contact with Qingfeng' fist, it was shattered into millions of pieces.

Qingfeng's fist continued to travel and landed heavily on the Low-grade Ghost Saint's body before pummeling through his chest.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint's attack was completely useless towards Qingfeng. Qingfeng's fist innately suppressed his power.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint looked at Qingfeng fearfully and said, "Strangle Hell Fist! How is this possible? How can you know this technique?"

The Low-grade Ghost Saint was cultivated from phantoms and evil ghosts and the Strangle Hell Fist was the thing he feared the most after thunder and fire.

It was said in legends that the Strangle Hell Fist was cultivated by a Strangle Hell Immortal who once used his fist to suppress Hell.

Qingfeng smiled coldly and said with disdain, "Undead like you dare to disrespect me? My Strangle Hell Fist is a natural enemy for creatures like you. You will all die today."

Qingfeng once again waved his fist which glistened with Hell Scriptures. The tadpole-like markings on the scriptures continued to spread to form a black light which enveloped the entire abyss.

All of the phantoms and even Low-grade Ghost Saint shuddered in fear when they came into contact with the scripture. They were like mice who had seen a cat.

Qingfeng punched his fist forward to use the seventh attack of Strangle Hell Fist. The power of his fist instantly caused a crack in the skies. The fist left behind nothingness wherever it passed by, even the Low-grade Ghost Saint's body was split into two.

Since the Low-grade Ghost Saint's body was made of souls and ghosts, his body started to regather at the next moment.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint laughed loudly and said, "Even though you practice the Strangle hell Fist, you have not learned all of the attacks, so you still can't kill me. After all, I am a Low-grade Ghost Saint."

Qingfeng smiled faintly and said mockingly, "Really? Then I will use my flames to burn you to death."

Qingfeng started to utilize the Golden Flames within his body to form a golden fire at the tips of his fingers.

The Golden Flames contained terrifying temperatures that reached 15000 degrees Celsius. The surrounding phantoms were instantly burned into nothingness as soon as the flames appeared. The other phantoms also quickly retreated as if they had seen their enemy.

Qingfeng casually pointed his finger towards the Low-grade Ghost Saint and the Golden Flames flew towards him.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint screamed fearfully at the sight. He could clearly sense the power of the Golden Flames, they were much more powerful than the previous flames that Qingfeng had used.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint turned around to run but the Golden Flames were too fast. Instantly, the flames were before him and shot towards his chest before burning down his body.

Ahhhh…

The Low-grade Ghost Saint's pitiful screams resounded within the abyss. Soon, his entire body was burned into ashes by the Golden Flames.

The Treasure-Hunting Mouse looked at Qingfeng with horror in his eyes. It was a spiritual phantom so its biggest fear was the golden flame.

The Treasure-Hunting Mouse did not doubt that he would be burned into nothingness if a single golden flame touched his body. His Master was too powerful, he not only had thunder and fire powers, he had also inherited the techniques of the Golden Saint.

Qingfeng smiled lightly and said, "Let's continue walking forward. This is too easy…"

The Treasure-Hunting Mouse rolled its eyes speechlessly. The Forbidden Ground of Three-Eyed Ghost Dao was terrifying for anyone who stepped into the Grounds.

Many who came here were killed by the undead and never made it out of the grounds, but Qingfeng said that the creatures were too weak and unchallenging.

"Master, slow down. I will follow you," the Treasure-Hunting Mouse said as it hurriedly followed behind Qingfeng who was moving rapidly.

Even though the Treasure-Hunting Mouse could find all the treasures in the universe, it was not powerful.

This was especially true after its body was injured. It only had spirit energy left so it was very weak. Even the Low-grade Ghost Saint could kill it easily. Thus, it had to follow Qingfeng closely.

Qingfeng walked towards the depths of the abyss. He killed any phantom, Ghostly King, or Ghost Saint in his way.

After awhile, Qingfeng finally felt his foot stepping onto ground. The ground was pitch black and there was black liquid flowing on it. There was black fog rising from the ground as well.

One could hear phantom-like screams coming from the fog.

Amongst the black fog, one could make out a gigantic ghost face. The ghost face was composed of phantoms left behind from powerful Saint fighters during the Ancient Era of the Universe.

Black Puppy's expression changed when he saw the sight. "Oh no, Qingfeng, the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint has collected the souls of so many Saint level fighters. He must be cultivating their souls to improve his power. We can't let him become an upper-grade Ghost Saint or things will become difficult."

Qingfeng furrowed his brows and his expression became solemn. Qingfeng did not fear a middle-grade Ghost Saint but things would become tricky if he had to fight against an upper-grade Ghost Saint.

He said, "Let's go! The Low-grade Ghost Saint said that the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint was about to breakthrough to the upper grade. We can't let that happen!"