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Loong Xiaoyun purposely revealed his weakness because he wanted Wang Zuolin to get close enough to ensure a 100% success rate of fear for the ghost. Because of this, he took his own life. Although it was dangerous, he had made the right bet.

The fear of ghosts was the killer Hei Lian's most powerful killing move. It was a magic treasure that allowed the weak to win against the strong. However, with Loong Xiaoyun's current strength, it was impossible for him to operate freely like Hei Lian and also cover a wide area.

Therefore, Loong Xiaoyun could only lure Wang Zuolin and get close enough to him to ensure his safety.

Sure enough, once the Spirit was frightened, even if Wang Zuolin's Cultivation Level was two small realms higher than Loong Xiaoyun's, it still wouldn't be able to block that soul attack's power. Physical attacks could be used by anyone for defense, but soul attacks were hard to defend against. Soon, Wang Zuolin was trapped in an uncontrollable environment.

"Don't come over, scram!" Wang Zuolin was like a lunatic, constantly waving his fists in a desperate state. In his eyes, he was facing countless vicious ghosts. However, in the eyes of others, Wang Zuolin was a madman.

"Not good, my cousin must have been hit by Loong Xiaoyun's evil technique!" Loong Xiaochuan turned pale with fright. He thought that Loong Xiaoyun's Spirit Fear would only work on him, a person with low Cultivation Level, but he didn't think that it would work on someone two small realms higher than him, Wang Zuolin. Plus, Wang Zuolin had the advantage previously, so Loong Xiaochuan forgot to remind Loong Xiaoyun of this.

"Demonic art?" The crowd immediately burst into an uproar again. The unorthodox methods were always despised by many famous righteous sects. Therefore, when everyone heard Loong Xiaochuan say that Loong Xiaoyun used evil arts, they all criticized Loong Xiaoyun for it.

"Evil Techniques, what are Evil Techniques? What right do you have to say that I used an evil technique? " Loong Xiaoyun's face was pale. Holding the sharp sword in his chest, he laughed coldly: "This is a life and death battle arena. Fight with your life on the line, as long as you can win against your opponent, what method can you use? The Eastern Continent doesn't specify any techniques that must be used to challenge life and death, right? "

Loong Xiaoyun's words shocked everyone. Although everyone despised evil arts, other than Loong Xiaoyun himself, no one else knew if the ghost was afraid of evil arts. Besides, the life and death challenge did not explicitly state that one was not allowed to use evil arts. As a result, after a round of scolding, everyone quickly turned silent.

Wang Zuolin's mental pressure became bigger and bigger. At the beginning, he could still resist, but as the power of the ghost's fear increased, his soul was already riddled with holes. At this moment, his face was deathly pale and he was covered in sweat. His entire body was twitching and trembling, and it could be said that he had lost all ability to fight.

At this moment, if Loong Xiaoyun wanted to kill him, he definitely wouldn't resist. Loong Xiaoyun had been waiting for this chance for so long. He shouted loudly and quickly pulled out the sharp sword in his chest. The intense pain almost made him lose his balance. He staggered a few times, but Loong Xiaoyun still tenaciously stood there.

Loong Xiaoyun came in front of Wang Zuolin who had no way of resisting and mocked him: "Wang Zuolin, didn't you say I was dead meat? What about now? Do you still think so? " After saying that, Loong Xiaoyun kicked Wang Zuolin's head, instantly kicking Wang Zuolin ten feet away!

This kick immediately sent everyone's heart flying with Wang Zuolin. No one would have thought that Wang Zuolin was the one who had the absolute advantage just now.

Wang Zuolin was already confused, but after being kicked, he felt even more dizzy. Loong Xiaoyun was not a merciful person. He followed Wang Zuolin with a few steps and kicked him again. Then he kicked Wang Zuolin eight times. He only stopped when Wang Zuolin became like a dead dog.

"This is what you gave me earlier, I'll return it to you now!" Loong Xiaoyun roared at Wang Zuolin. At this moment, all the humiliation and unwillingness was released, and Loong Xiaoyun felt extremely carefree. Especially when he saw Loong Xiaochuan's dead face, Loong Xiaoyun didn't forget to give him a sinister smile.

Loong Xiaochuan was instantly startled, and cold sweat involuntarily broke out from his forehead. In this kind of situation, even if Loong Xiaochuan was beaten to death, he would never think that once Wang Zuolin was killed by Loong Xiaoyun, would his next target be him? Thinking about this, Loong Xiaochuan became even more flustered. He had to stop Loong Xiaoyun, at least he had to protect Wang Zuolin's life, otherwise, even if Loong Xiaoyun did not take him, the people from Wang Family would blame Wang Zuolin's death on him.

"Loong Biao, stop Loong Xiaoyun. Don't let him kill my cousin!" Loong Xiaochuan ordered Loong Biao.

But Loong Biao did not carry out the order, and cupped his fists as he refused: "Sorry, Young Master, the life and death challenge is not over, and no one has the right to interfere, this is the rule of the entire Eastern Continent, I am powerless!"

"Loong Biao, you-" Loong Xiaochuan didn't expect Loong Biao to dare to disobey his order publicly. But under the watchful eyes of everyone, Loong Biao's words were reasonable, especially when Loong Ziyuan wanted to stop him, Loong Xiaochuan had interfered in every way possible and even knocked out Loong Ziyuan with his own hands. Therefore, Loong Biao had reason not to carry out Loong Xiaochuan's orders, and Loong Xiaochuan could do nothing about it!

Loong Xiaoyun turned around and glanced at Loong Biao, the enemy who killed his mother. He suddenly felt that he was not a traitor or a villain. At the very least, he had warned himself not to accept the challenge, and now he refused to carry out Loong Xiaochuan's orders. If one day, when his Cultivation Level could seek revenge on Loong Biao, should he make his move or not?

"Younger Brother Yun, Younger Brother Yun!" Loong Ziyuan, who had just woken up, immediately ran out of the tent. However, what she saw greatly surprised her. Although Loong Xiaoyun's entire body was covered in blood, it was Wang Zuolin who fell to the ground. In other words, during the period of her coma, the plot had reversed.

"What the hell is going on?" Loong Ziyuan was not fully awake to begin with, so she became even more confused.

Loong Xiaoyun waved at Loong Ziyuan and shouted, "Sister, I said that I will be the final winner. Now, I will chop off Wang Zuolin's head right in front of you!"

With that said, Loong Xiaoyun raised the Death Scythe high up. As long as he placed his hand on Wang Zuolin, his head would definitely fall to the ground.

"Stop!" A roar that was filled with vigor caused everyone present to tremble. A middle-aged man wearing a green robe jumped out from the crowd and arrived in front of everyone. He said in a tone of discussion: "Young Master Long, would you mind giving me some face and let my young master go?"