Yaoguang Fairy Path

Seeing this, Ye Shuyao's eyes instantly grew serious. She keenly sensed that the black-robed male cultivator exuded an unusually strong aura of death and silence, and his strength was unfathomable. She was secretly surprised that the Zhang family actually hid such a powerful person.

Just as Ye Shuyao was concentrating on preparing to respond, Li Yunxiao's voice suddenly reached her ears, gentle yet firm like a spring breeze: "Yao'er, this person is a ghost cultivator from the Netherworld. His methods are strange and unpredictable. You must be extra careful. If you feel that the strength gap is too great, don't force it. Just admit defeat and save yourself."

Ye Shuyao nodded gently, "Okay."

In the audience, everyone witnessed this scene and started talking to each other.

"Look! The Zhang family actually sent out such a master! That black-robed man exudes a strange aura. Who is he?"

"I've heard that the Nine Netherworld is incredibly dangerous, and that ghost cultivators are known for their viciousness and cruelty. Could this black-robed man really be from there?"

"Ye Shuyao has met her match now! I wonder if she can hold on?"

"Ye Shuyao has always relied on her strength to speak for herself. I believe she won't give up easily!"

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Discussions arose one after another, and the entire arena was shrouded in a tense and expectant atmosphere. The confrontation between Ye Shuyao and the black-robed male cultivator became the focus of everyone's attention.

The battle erupted instantly. Ye Shuyao felt her surroundings go dark, enveloped in a thick black mist. This was the ghostly domain unique to ghost cultivators, transforming the battlefield into a deadly silence. Layers of dusky air rose beneath her feet like a tide. With the piercing sound of a charge, ghostly soldiers appeared out of thin air, wielding long spears and short blades, charging frantically towards her.

Ye Shuyao reacted quickly, and the pure fire of ice lotus in her body erupted instantly, wrapping her tightly inside, forming a crystal clear flame shield. At the same time, she used the fire to quickly rise into the air, avoiding the sea of ​​yin soldiers on the ground.

Holding the Ice Soul Sword, the sword light was like frost, and it collided with the rushing ghost soldiers. Every confrontation was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision and the wailing of the ghost soldiers.

Unexpectedly, the ghost soldiers were endless and immortal. Even if their bodies were cut into pieces by her, they would re-condense in the black fog.

Ye Shuyao was secretly anxious in her heart. It would be extremely disadvantageous for her to continue wasting energy like this.

However, in a moment, he was unable to dodge and his arm was cut by the sharp blade of a ghost soldier. A cold pain instantly spread throughout his body. Fortunately, the ice marrow body was activated and the wound healed almost instantly.

Ye Shuyao's heart trembled, and she quickly gathered the spiritual power of thunder in her palm. She slapped it out with a sudden blow. In a flash of lightning, the ghost soldier disappeared without a trace in the lightning. Ye Shuyao was delighted, as she had finally found a way to restrain these ghost soldiers.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she quickly set up a Yin-Yang Formation around her, using the power of Yin and Yang as the basis to form a powerful formation that combined defense and attack. When the formation was activated, the black and white lights intertwined, dispelling a lot of the surrounding black fog and slowing down the movements of the ghost soldiers.

In the audience, everyone witnessed this thrilling scene and exclaimed and talked about it.

"Ye Shuyao was able to find a way to restrain the ghost cultivator in such a short time! She's truly amazing!"

"That ghost cultivator's methods are too strange. If it were me, I would have been scared to death!"

Li Yunxiao and the others also looked nervous. They knew very well how dangerous this battle was, but when they saw Ye Shuyao's determined eyes and agile movements, a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

"Yao'er, be careful!" Li Yuru clenched her fists and prayed softly.

"She will." Li Yunxiao looked at the figure on the stage who was fighting fiercely with the ghost cultivator with a look of trust.

The ghost cultivator raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't take Ye Shuyao's formation seriously. He stepped into the Liangyi Formation leisurely. The black mist lingered, blending with the aura around him, making the entire formation seem weird and unpredictable.

"Little girl, your formation is quite interesting, but it's still a little lacking in ability to trap me." The ghost cultivator's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of provocation.

Ye Shuyao's face was solemn. The battle had just begun. The next moment, her figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling through the formation. The Bingpo sword seemed to have life in her hand. Every time she swung it, it was accompanied by a biting chill and a fierce sword wind.

"You won't know until you try it because the heat is not high enough." Ye Shuyao responded. Her voice was calm and firm, without any fear.

The ghost cultivator chuckled and said no more. He began to exert the power of his ghost domain. The black fog rolled, and the cold wind blew. More ghost soldiers condensed out from the fog. They held weapons in their hands and launched a fierce attack on Ye Shuyao.

Ye Shuyao was agile and with the help of the Yin and Yang power of the Liangyi Formation, she cleverly dodged the attacks of the Yin soldiers while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The Ice Soul Sword in his hand drew brilliant sword lights in the formation, and every time he clashed with the ghost soldiers, he could make the latter disappear into nothingness.

If you retreat now, I might be able to spare your life." Ye Shuyao's voice echoed in the formation, carrying a bit of majesty.

Upon hearing this, the ghost cultivator sneered, "Little girl, you are quite arrogant. However, it won't be that easy for me to retreat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost cultivator suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Ye Shuyao. Ye Shuyao dodged his attack with a flash of her sword, and it went straight to the ghost cultivator's vital point.

The ghost cultivator snorted coldly, turned his body to the side, and easily dodged Ye Shuyao's attack. He swung his hand back, and the black mist surged, forming a huge ghost hand, grabbing towards Ye Shuyao.

Ye Shuyao's heart tightened. She quickly gathered her thunder spiritual power and slapped out with one palm. The lightning and the black fog collided with each other, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

The two fought back and forth, and the battle was hard to determine. In the audience, everyone had already been attracted by this life-and-death battle. They stared intently at the figure on the stage who was fighting fiercely with the ghost cultivator, their hearts filled with shock and awe.

"Miss Ye is truly too strong! She can actually fight that ghost cultivator on equal terms!"

"Yes! And her physical skills and spiritual power are amazing, it's really breathtaking!"

Ye Shuyao gathered all the spiritual power in her body into her palm. At this moment, the ghost cultivator seemed to have noticed Ye Shuyao's intention. He retreated violently, trying to increase the distance between them.

But Ye Shuyao had already calculated his movements. She suddenly opened her eyes and pushed out both hands at the same time. Two bright lightning bolts streaked across the sky like a dragon soaring into the sky, heading straight for the ghost cultivator.

The ghost cultivator was horrified. He didn't expect Ye Shuyao to be able to condense such powerful thunder spiritual power in such a short time.

He hurriedly urged the black fog to resist, but it was too late. The lightning penetrated the black fog and hit his body hard, blowing him away.

"Cough..." The ghost cultivator coughed several times after landing, obviously seriously injured. He looked up at Ye Shuyao, a hint of fear in his eyes.

The ghost cultivator's laughter echoed over the battlefield, carrying with it an indescribable coldness and arrogance. He waved his sleeves violently, and a thicker black mist poured out from his sleeves, quickly condensing into shape in the formation.