Chapter 132: How is He Still Alive
With a savage yank, Rodney pulled the bone chain, its links tightening around Lordi’s wrist with a bone-crunching grip, dragging the intruder’s body uncontrollably toward him through the debris-strewn air.
The ghostly white flames raced along the chain, their searing heat licking at Lordi’s flesh, threatening to consume his bound wrist in a blaze of necrotic agony. Simultaneously, Rodney gestured with his left hand, his fingers curling into a claw-like stance that summoned a surge of spiritual energy. His twelve vengeful ghosts morphed into jet-black ghost spears, their forms as dark as the abyss, hovering in the air with a menacing hum. As Rodney clenched his claw into a fist, the spears spun violently and pierced toward Lordi from all angles, each one aimed to impale the young man in a relentless barrage!
Death loomed—and with it, a clarity sharper than any blade. Agony burned through Lordi’s bound wrist, his bones still screaming from Rodney’s Void Shatter Palm Art, yet an unnatural calm gripped him.
Was it the remnant of Yunny Hanzwart’s ghost being restoration, the little girl’s final sacrifice when regaining humanity before her soul dissolved into the void? Her ghostly aura still pulsed through his meridians, purging the poison and entwining with the incoming Rodney’s vengeful energy—cooling Lordi’s mind to glacial focus.
Escape was impossible.
Then so be it.
If the Ninth Layer cultivator sought his end, Lordi would meet him claw to claw, fang to fang, tearing at fate itself until nothing remained.
In a sudden eruption of power, an overwhelming chilling aura surged from Lordi, his eyes igniting with azure blue flames that burned with an otherworldly intensity, coating his entire body. The azure flames roared to life, warding off the searing ghostly white fire racing along Rodney’s chain, their clashing energies sending sparks cascading like a forge’s fury. Lordi’s body blurred into a blood-red shadow, his speed so extreme that the black bone chain stretched taut, its links groaning under the strain as the white flames flickered and dimmed, unable to withstand the sudden pull. With a dancer’s grace, he threaded through the narrow gaps among the twelve jet-black ghost spears, their tips grazing his torn robes as he narrowly escaped their lethal convergence.
Lordi’s figure re-materialized before Rodney Luther in a heartbeat, leaving a long trail of crimson blur. With a mute ferocious snarl, he slashed the Blade of Life Hater toward Rodney’s skull, the bone blade’s killing intent so palpable it seemed to warp the air, its crimson mist coiling with an overwhelming resentment that made the Ninth Layer cultivator’s skin crawl.