Swish!

Qin Yang's figure flickered, and although he had already flitted into the air, a part of the blue chill still covered his shoes.

Crack! Crack!

Immediately, it condensed into a layer of blue ice, which quickly spread along the pant leg, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Yang's body below the knee was completely covered by the ice layer.

The chill was so intense that even his hair had faint ice crystals forming on it, making Qin Yang's body stiff.

Swish!

Dalron reached into his gray cloth bag, and a dozen fiery red spiders appeared in his hand. Those spiders were crawling around, each containing abundant fire energy.

"Tsk tsk, die, Huaxia brat."

Dalron's tattoo-covered face bore a mocking expression, as if to laugh at this Huaxia brat's overconfidence, daring to confront him.

Whoosh!

Dalron flung his withered hand at Qin Yang, sending the dozen fiery red spiders racing towards him.

Seeing this, Qin Yang's gaze sharpened, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Shatter for me."

Qin Yang willed his heart and spirit, channeling the fire spirit power within his body to his legs, directly shattering the blue ice layer.

"Gu Burst!"

Just as Qin Yang shattered the ice layer, Dalron let out a sullen, hoarse shout.

Boom~!!!

The dozen fiery red spiders exploded in an instant, flames surging, sweeping towards Qin Yang.

Buzz!

The Ninefold Prison Peak in Qin Yang's hand instantly enlarged, like a small mountain the size of a two-story villa, emanating a deep black light.

A layer of dazzling starlight burst from around Qin Yang, and immediately, he swung the hefty Ninefold Prison Peak, smashing it towards the incoming flames.

Boom!

Wherever the Ninefold Prison Peak passed, the fiery red flames burst apart, and the heavy Ninefold Prison Peak crashed down heavily on Dalron.

Dalron's pupils suddenly shrank, his figure retreating rapidly.

Boom~!

The mountain-like Ninefold Prison Peak smashed directly onto the ground, causing the earth to tremble and creating a deep pit.

"A magical treasure that can change size, Qin Yang's techniques are truly mysterious and unfathomable."

In the distance, Elder Yue Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

Whoosh!

Qin Yang's figure flashed, appearing atop the Ninefold Prison Peak, his gaze cold as he stared at the retreating Dalron.

"Sword like flowing light, swift!"

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in Qin Yang's hand burst with icy white light, then shot forth at lightning speed towards Dalron.

"Witchcraft, Shadowy Witch."

Seeing this, Dalron's eyes narrowed, his hands forming a strange spell seal, his body splitting into two, then four, then eight.

A total of eight figures dressed in hemp garments stood on the ground, each carrying a cold light as they stared at Qin Yang.

Whoosh!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword pierced through the initial figure, which immediately transformed into a cloud of black qi and dissipated.

"Tsk tsk, pathetic Huaxia brat, you have quite a few tricks. Once I kill you and make you into a new corpse puppet, I'm sure it will be even stronger than my other two corpse puppets."

The seven figures on the open ground spoke simultaneously, their voices hoarse and sullen, making it hard to tell from which figure the sound emanated.

"Hmph, I'll first send you off peacefully."

Qin Yang's eyes flashed coldly as he scanned the remaining seven figures on the ground, divine sense pouring from his brow, quickly locking onto one figure.

"Go."

Qin Yang's fingertip changed with a spell seal, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword curved in the air, completely ignoring the other six figures, speeding towards the rightmost figure.

Whoosh!

The icy white sword aura on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword surged, shooting directly towards Dalron's head at an extremely fast speed.

Clearly, Dalron hadn't expected Qin Yang to so easily penetrate his witchcraft, and that the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword could be controlled from afar. At that moment, Dalron's tattoo-covered face changed slightly.

"Bone Shrinking."

At the critical moment, Dalron let out a cold shout, shrinking in stature instantly, his head dropping as the fierce Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword flew over the top of his head.

Pfft!

Although Dalron evaded the frontal assault of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, the stray sword aura still managed to carve a bloody mark on the top of Dalron's head.

Blood flowed down Dalron's forehead, sliding over the tattooed face.

"It's been many years since I've been injured. Huaxia brat, you will die today!"

Dalron wiped away the blood from his forehead, his face turning extremely dark.

In Thailand, he is the supreme Black Magic Master, the most powerful existence, yet today he was injured by this Huaxia brat.

"Tsk tsk, your strength is recognized by me. Since that's the case, my little Ghost King hasn't tasted fresh blood for a long time, especially the blood of a strong man."

Dalron's eyes gleamed coldly, and there was a trace of excitement within.

Swish!

Dalron reached into his gray cloth bag, retrieving a black boy statue from it.

The black boy statue was exquisitely carved, its pupils showing a bizarre red color, making it eerily chilling just by looking.

Upon seeing the black boy statue, Qin Yang raised an eyebrow slightly.

From the black boy statue, he sensed a strong yin aura, clearly indicating a ghostly entity residing within.

Regarding these Black Magic Masters, Qin Yang knew a bit; some Black Magic Masters in Thailand nurture ghostly entities, commonly known as little ghosts, allowing the souls of children who died accidentally to inhabit the Ancient Mantra Statue, and then offering incense in hope of luck. This kind of Ancient Mantra Statue is golden yellow.

Additionally, some Black Magic Masters use the souls of children who died gruesomely, or even torture children to death themselves, letting their souls inhabit the Ancient Mantra Statue, aiming to harm others. These nurtured little ghosts rely on consuming fresh blood to strengthen themselves.

After the black boy statue appeared, it was immediately enveloped in dense black qi, floating in mid-air.

"Come out, my little Ghost King."

Dalron's gaze glinted sharply, biting his fingertip and touching the black boy statue, allowing a drop of blood to swiftly seep into it.

Boom!

A surge of dense black yin qi erupted from the black boy statue, the sinister winds whirling.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The black yin qi gradually gathered, then transformed into the silhouette of a black child.

The black child had tadpole-like blood-colored runes crawling over its body, its face bearing a few hideous expressions, its mouth showing sharp, forest-white teeth, with eyes glowing crimson, shrouded in strong ghost qi, and sinister wind whirling around.

"This ghost has reached the peak level of a Ghost Soldier!"

Qin Yang stared at the black child surrounded by ghost qi, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Ghosts are categorized as Ghost Warriors, Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Generals, and Ghost Commanders, corresponding respectively to Immortal Warriors, Immortal Masters, Immortal Spirits, and Immortal Venerables. The ghost before his eyes equated to a perfected Immortal Master Realm ghost, a level slightly higher than Qin Yang's.

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