Chapter 107: Revenge

"Art of Spirit Control!"
"Art of Weapon Manipulation!"
"Art of Thai Sorcery!"
"Art of Soul Painting!"

In an instant, the formidable Yin-Yang Masters of the Yin-Yang Pavilion unleashed their unique techniques. Behind them, Zhang Zhiheng, wounded and cowering behind Dachun, could only curse silently in his heart.

"Don't you dare harm my Cult Master!" Dachun grabbed a sword flying through the air, only to have his legs bitten by a Thai malevolent spirit. He had just dispersed one controlled vengeful soul when another malevolent entity clawed at his wrist. Within moments, Dachun’s body was covered in wounds.

"Dachun!" Zhang Zhiheng cried out helplessly. But they were too far from Heavenly God Town, and he had no way to contact Morgana. He was trapped in a desperate predicament.

"If you want to kill someone, come for me! Don't touch my Cult Master!" Dachun stood up from the ground again, glaring at the cold-faced members of the Yin-Yang Pavilion.

"Then let me try!" Suddenly, a man wielding a blood-red longsword rushed forward at an unnatural speed. Dachun raised his fists, but the man slashed with his blade, and in the next second, several ghost wraiths erupted from the steel. Dachun was unable to defend himself.

"My name is Blood Ghost Dragon. Don't forget to tell King Yama my name!" Blood Ghost Dragon swung his sword, slicing directly across Dachun’s waist. In the next second, Dachun was severed in two.

"Cult Master... run!" Dachun managed to utter these final words with his remaining half-body before his breath ceased entirely.

"Dachun!" For the first time, Zhang Zhiheng felt genuine sorrow. He had always treated Dachun no differently than any other foolish villager, and he had felt no remorse when he accidentally killed Dachun’s wife and two daughters in the past. But now, seeing Dachun sacrifice his life for him, he was overcome with grief.

"My name is Blood Ghost Dragon. The Ghost Wraith Blade in my hand can store and command eight powerful spirits. I have no rivals in Tokyo. I came to the East hoping to find a worthy opponent, but you are nothing. If not for that god helping you that day, I would have already cut you down!" Blood Ghost Dragon laughed boisterously.

"Dachun!" Zhang Zhiheng remained lost in his grief.

"You're next!" Blood Ghost Dragon raised his blade to strike.

"Spirit Immortal Barrier!"

Suddenly, a barrier manifested around Zhang Zhiheng. His second senior sister, Zhou Ling'er, had arrived just in time, channeling her spiritual power to deploy the protective shield.

"Another one!" Blood Ghost Dragon laughed wildly. "Good, good! The more the merrier!" He summoned six powerful ghost wraiths and launched a ferocious assault against the barrier.

"Wait a moment. I must ask Master Zhang Zhiheng one more time if he is willing to join the Yin-Yang Pavilion," Abe Hareya said to the nearly crazed Blood Ghost Dragon.

"Why should a weakling like him be my peer? I don't think much of anyone in this Pavilion. Let me use them as sacrifices for my blade! It has been hungry for far too long!" Blood Ghost Dragon continued to command his wraiths in the assault.

"This is bad, it won't hold!" Cracks appeared in the barrier under the onslaught. It was on the verge of shattering.

"Blood Ghost Dragon, did you not hear what the Pavilion Master said? Stop! He has negotiations to conduct with this Master Zhang," interjected the Thai sorcerer, Xilong, feeling disgruntled by the rogue’s insubordination.

"Are you trying to tell me what to do? Do you want me to slaughter your little ghosts, too? Hahaha!" Blood Ghost Dragon roared with maniacal laughter.

"Enough!" Abe Hareya’s expression darkened. "You have used that blade for too long; it is clouding your mind. Watch your conduct!"

At that moment, Zhang Zhiheng quietly pulled out a command talisman. "Bull-headed demon, are you ready?" He had secretly ordered his demonic servant to dig a tunnel to spirit him back to Heavenly God Town, where Morgana’s protection would keep him safe.

As the members of the Pavilion argued, the ground beneath the barrier suddenly collapsed. Zhang Zhiheng and Zhou Ling'er fell into the tunnel, using the strength of the bull-headed demon to make a swift escape back to the safety of the town.

"They escaped. What a pity!" Blood Ghost Dragon slashed through the remnants of the barrier, but he dared not pursue them into the tunnel. He had witnessed the power of the god Morgana, and for all his arrogance, he lacked the courage to challenge a deity.

"It seems we have failed," Abe Hareya said, issuing a command. "Everyone return to Mount Taiwu. We shall establish the Yin-Yang Pavilion there for now. Everyone, retreat!"

As they left, the others cast resentful glares at Blood Ghost Dragon, whose arrogance was truly insufferable. Yet, he only laughed loudly, "I am the strongest!"

Back in Heavenly God Town, Zhang Zhiheng returned to his Taoist temple. Zhou Ling'er noticed the wounds on his back and scolded him. "You were injured in the battle against that Japanese officer last night, and you didn't tell me? It’s festering! If an infection sets in, it will be catastrophic!"

"Dachun!" Zhang Zhiheng said, his voice heavy with grief. "From this day forward, the Morgana Cult of Heavenly God Town and the Yin-Yang Pavilion of Mount Taiwu are eternal enemies!"

Meanwhile, under the cover of night, Blood Ghost Dragon arrived at the Ten-Mile Slope outside the town—the site of the previous battle. As the moonlight hit the ground, a mass of black mist emerged, coalescing into a physical form and absorbing the lunar energy.

Blood Ghost Dragon leaped out, wielding his blade to summon his six wraiths, trapping the Japanese officer who had been lurking there.

"Who are you? How dare you ambush a noble officer of the Empire!" the officer roared, unable to move as the spirits bound him.

"Your strength is decent. Become one of the members of my Ghost Wraith Blade, hahahaha!"

Under the moonlight, Blood Ghost Dragon drove his blade into the officer's chest. With a harrowing scream, the officer was pulled into the steel.

"I truly hope that one day I can kill the Pavilion Master, Abe Hareya, and turn his soul into one of my wraiths. I will be sure to save a spot for him. Hahahaha!"