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Chapter 1032: Chapter 76: Where Is the Path to Immortality in This World? (38)

Tai Yinzi rose shakily, feeling something amiss with his vision. He tried to extend his hands forward, yet he couldn’t see them.

He also attempted to walk forward, but found his vision continuously retreating.

Then, a light bulb went off in his mind. He cradled his head with both hands and twisted it forcefully—after a 180-degree twist, everything finally returned to normal.

Ordinary people… even Taoists, as long as they haven’t transcended their physical form, would be dead with a 180-degree neck twist.

Though there are some peculiar techniques or exceptionally gifted people who can twist their necks, it’s merely a matter of bones… yet the giant distinctly felt the sound of bones shattering after punching.

Moreover, the initial punch seemed to pass right through, as if the other person’s body had no substance.

Yet afterward, he could take another Tyrant Fist without breaking a sweat and spring up… What in the world is this bizarre old man’s background?

Ignoring the giant’s thoughts, Tai Yinzi started mumbling to himself.

He knew long ago that Black soul envoy wasn’t invincible—for instance, he was chased by the Godly Land’s true dragon to the brink of soul obliteration right at the start, proving that there are still Transcendents in this world capable of finishing off a Black soul envoy.

Though normally, Black Soul’s vaporization can immune from most physical attacks… if physical attacks have attribute damage, that’s another story.

Tai Yinzi thinks he’s quite trendy, with so many modern mainstream words rolling off his tongue—as expected, it’s the recent cram of a massive amount of knowledge paying off.

“Are you from the Ghost Tribe?” The giant furrows his brow, “A subordinate of Xiao Shengmo?”

Xiao Shengmo?

This name sounds somewhat familiar… Tai Yinzi was stupefied for a while before recalling who the giant’s Xiao Shengmo is referring to—Lord Xiao, the city lord of Fengdu Ghost City, a prominent figure among the demons already before Tai Yinzi made his debut hundreds of years ago.

Seems like Jotaro… huh, this dim-witted big guy mistook the Black soul envoy’s vaporization skill as a Ghost Tribe’s ‘ghost body’ kind of ability?

But… it indeed resembles it.

Except the Ghost Tribe has no physical forms, only spiritual bodies, unlike the Black soul envoy who can switch freely between the tangible and intangible.

However, after this dim-witted big guy mistook him for the Ghost Tribe, it seems he suddenly lost the intent to attack… Tai Yinzi’s thoughts spiraled madly within his mind, then he frowned and said: “You know my Lord Xiao?”

“Where’s this old ghost from?” The giant now jumps down from a stone pillar, “Don’t know me?”

Tai Yinzi casually retorts: “Moi… I’ve been asleep for hundreds of years in Lord Xiao’s Tower of Myriad Ghosts, so it’s quite understandable not to know you? Moreover, with numerous demons worldwide, who can know everyone? Do you know all the ghosts from Fengdu Ghost City?”

The Tower of Myriad Ghosts is indeed Xiao Shengmo’s, and notably famous.

In the Tower of Myriad Ghosts sleeps numerous ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and vengeful spirits. When enraged, Xiao Shengmo can summon a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and generals from the Tower of Myriad Ghosts, maybe not the strongest solo in the demon world, but never afraid of gang fights.

It’s said Xiao Shengmo hasn’t used the Tower of Myriad Ghosts for several centuries.

The giant now suspiciously glances at Tai Yinzi and casually says: “My name is Wang Hu, just an ordinary member of the White Tiger Clan.”

Four Spirits of Heaven, White Tiger Clan?

Tai Yinzi opened his mouth, then pondered, glaring big-eyed at Wang Hu—the two later fell silent.

Just considering the year when the Penglai Grand Meeting is hosted, the congregation of Shenzhou Dao and Yaoworld, it’s not surprising for the City Lord of the Ghost City to attend personally… Tai Yinzi immediately had an idea, cleared his throat and said: “Brother Wang Hu, I just ran into a divine beam, and ended up in this place, do you know what might have happened?”

Wang Hu shook his head, gazing at the towering Stone Forest surrounding, “I don’t know either, when I came to, I was already here, planned to find a way out, but the place looks the same wherever you go, I simply decided to blaze my own trail.”

So that’s why stone pillars collapsed one by one… this dim-witted big guy is the direct-action type?