#842 - Chapter 842: The Ghost Tribe Surrenders

As the Fire Cloud Treasure Fan gently fluttered in the air, a fiery glow instantly appeared in the sky, flying towards the ghost clan at the speed of light, leaving a long trail of fire in the sky.

On Xiaobai's side, after several rounds, the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd clashed with the spirit sword in the remnant soul's hand, the sound of "clang, clang, clang" echoing continuously within the hall.

The remnant soul gradually appeared to be exhausted of spiritual power. He turned to escape, pouring his limited spiritual power into the sharp spirit sword, piercing through the surrounding barrier. A hint of luck appeared in his eyes.

Xiaobai quickly gathered spiritual power, wanting to block the broken barrier, but the earlier fight had also consumed much of his spiritual power. Although his speed was fast, half of the remnant soul's body still managed to escape.

The remnant soul was planning to sever his lower body, sacrificing a pawn to save the chariot. He held the spirit sword and fiercely stabbed at his lower body. Although no blood flowed out, the split soul's face was twisted to the extreme with pain.

Instantly, Xiaobai felt the air temperature seemed to be rising, as if the sun was rising, and the eighteenth level of the underworld seemed to be much brighter.

Before Xiaobai could think further, a powerful stream of air swept in, carrying a fiery glow. This air current was so powerful that even Xiaobai could not stand firmly.

The next second, the air current, carrying the cloud of fire, directly crashed into the remnant soul, surrounding him completely, instantly turning him into a giant fireball.

Xiaobai was completely dumbfounded. Could it be that another peerless expert had come to help? Could it be that there was a special connection between them?

Xiaobai stared blankly at the increasingly fierce fireball, when suddenly his master's voice came from his ear, "Xiaobai, extract the bone marrow of that split soul."

Ye Kong's voice startled Xiaobai. He looked around, and apart from the "crackling" sound of the fireball burning, there were no other sounds.

This... Could it be that the peerless expert is Master? Isn't he a ten-thousand-year Qi Refinement cultivator?

But even if we take a step back, everyone has their own secrets. Master can give me a divine weapon like the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd, how could a Qi Refinement trash be able to obtain it? Xiaobai secretly made up his mind in his heart that after returning to逍遥Peak, he would carefully collect Master's secrets to see who he really is.

At that moment, spiritual power flashed in Xiaobai's hand. He swept it across his eyes, grasped the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd, stabbed and pried into the fireball, and a long bone marrow was extracted, white all over, looking very Q-elastic.

Because the split soul had not yet taken shape, there was no blood in the body, and the bone marrow did not look so hard, but having it was better than not having it.

Xiaobai then transformed back into the appearance of a teenage child, placing the bone marrow into his storage ring.

The roaring fireball no longer made any "crackling" sounds, it seemed that the split soul had been burned to ashes.

Xiaobai removed the barrier and looked around. The sound of killing and shouting was still endless. A gleam of light flashed in Xiaobai's eyes.

This ghost clan has accumulated for ten thousand years, presumably there are many natural treasures, spiritual stones and gold in the palace, which are just needed for the reconstruction of the Star River Sect. Thinking of this, Xiaobai simply felt that he was a genius, making the best use of everything.

So he walked through every palace with the fireball, first collecting all kinds of natural treasures, spiritual stones and gold, and then dropping a flame. The ghost clan people and the palace quickly turned into ashes.

The fire of this Fire Cloud Treasure Fan cannot be extinguished by wind or water, unless it wants to be extinguished itself.

In a short time, Xiaobai had already filled two storage rings to the brim. He scanned them with his spiritual sense and was quite satisfied with the treasures inside. At this moment, he was high-spirited, whistling, and went to find Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng.

Although the ghost clan's leader was dead, there were still several branch leaders below, and their opinions differed, each sticking to their own point of view.

Some advocated fighting the Immortal Cultivation World to the death. Anyway, it was death, so it was better to fight with all their strength.

Some branch leaders advocated keeping the green hills so they wouldn't have to worry about firewood. It was better to live than to die. Surrendering to the Immortal Cultivation World, even as slaves and servants, there was still a chance to turn over.

Before Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng could take action, chaos had already appeared within the ghost clan, and they started fighting each other first. So the two of them had to watch from the sidelines, and wait for them to "discuss" before they took action.

Only the leaders of the three branches advocated fighting to the death. They were the three oldest elders in the entire ghost clan, and they had stayed in the ghost clan for the longest time.

In such a long time, they had witnessed the ghost clan's fall, re-development, and the glimmer of rise, but this glimmer quickly extinguished with the arrival of Xiaobai and the others.

They tied up those troublesome women in the harem, severely rebuked the ghost clan for bringing disaster, and beheaded them in public.

Afterwards, the three elders tried to stand on a higher step, flapping their wings and shouting, encouraging the crowd, "Our ghost clan has multiplied for ten thousand years, and now is the time of life and death. We cannot..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword flew up the steps and pierced into the body of one of the elders from behind. Instantly, the elder softened all over like a rag and fell down the steps, dying on the spot.

After an unknown amount of time, the buzzing sound in their ears gradually weakened. Wang Xuan and the others slowly opened their eyes. The original crowd of tens of thousands was now less than half.

Several branch leaders were killed in the melee, and the remaining people could only be forced to fight, either dead or injured.

A branch leader who had fought out of the melee stood on the high platform, stretched out his withered hand, and made a "stop" gesture.

Then, he walked to Xiaobai, Wang Xuan, and Ji Changsheng, "We are willing to surrender to the Immortal Cultivation World, please give us a way to live!"

Xiaobai glanced at the fireball in his hand, thinking about what use the ghost clan could be? It would be a waste of worldly resources for nothing.

Wang Xuan and Ji Changsheng both turned their attention to Xiaobai, naturally meaning to let Xiaobai decide.

Xiaobai slightly lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already filled with the unquestionable posture of a strong man.

"From now on, the ghost clan will be demoted to slaves of the Immortal Cultivation World, temporarily responsible for cleaning up the filthy things underground. Every year, they must offer at least ten spiritual weapons and fifty thousand spiritual stones to the Immortal Cultivation World, otherwise, the punishment will depend on our mood."

After speaking, Xiaobai pointed to the fireball in his hand, and then pointed to the palaces in the distance that had been burned to ashes.

The branch leader and the ghost clan people were so frightened that they prostrated on the ground, trembling incessantly. The heads that were originally exposed unconsciously wanted to drill into the black robes.

What a bunch of shrinking turtles, Xiaobai couldn't help but spit.

The branch leader trembled, enduring the extreme fear, "Yes... Yes... The ghost clan will definitely do its best to serve the Immortal Cultivation World and dare not cause any more trouble!"

After saying that, his empty black robe was already soaked with sweat, sticking to his thin body frame.

Xiaobai blew out the fireball and sighed softly, thinking that he was still quite benevolent. If it were before when he was the Demon Emperor, there would be no room for discussion, he would have swept away thousands of troops directly.