Gui Yan Tian had used Ghost Concealment, and after that sword strike, Xiao Chen knew that it was impossible for him to keep Gui Yan Tian here.
Although he could defeat Gui Yan Tian, it would be difficult to kill him. After all, Gui Yan Tian was no ordinary character. Although he couldn't do it this time, he might be able to next time.
Of course, Xiao Chen didn't know that Ghost Concealment came at a great cost to Gui Yan Tian. If Gui Yan Tian encountered Xiao Chen again in the future, he wouldn't be able to use Ghost Concealment again.
Xiao Chen let Gui Yantian leave. Xiao Chen did not care about his threat at all. It was just as Xiao Chen had said earlier. If Gui Yantian was no match for him today, what could he change in the future?
One had to know that Xiao Chen had been able to catch up and even surpass Gui Yan Tian. In the future, the gap between the two would only widen.
The dense Ghost Qi slowly dissipated, along with Gui Yan Tian's figure.
Gui Yan Tian had escaped. After a fierce battle with Xiao Chen, he had escaped with serious injuries. Facing such an outcome, the Human Race side was naturally overjoyed, but the Ghost Race side's expression changed drastically.
Previously, no one in the Human Race could stop Gui Yan Tian, so he was like a tiger in a flock of sheep, slaughtering tens of thousands of Human Race cultivators by himself.
Now that Gui Yan Tian had escaped, who in the Ghost Race side could stop Xiao Chen? Could they rely on Gui Hao? Obviously not. Even Gui Yan Tian couldn't, let alone Gui Hao.
Unknowingly, the situation had been completely reversed. After Gui Yan Tian, Xiao Chen had become the nightmare of many Ghost Race cultivators.
Sure enough, just as these Ghost Race cultivators' expressions changed, Xiao Chen's indifferent gaze swept over them. When Xiao Chen's gaze swept over them, these Ghost Race cultivators felt a chill run down their spines.
At the same time, the Supreme Elder of the Ghost King Palace, the Great Sovereign of the Ghost Clan, who was trapped in the Sky Lock Grand Formation, bellowed furiously.
"Xiao Chen, if you dare to kill a member of the Ghost Clan, I will never let you off."
This Ghost Race Great Sovereign was indeed in a miserable state. Trapped in the Sky Lock Grand Formation, he had no way to escape for a while. He had great strength, but there was no way to use it.
Moreover, he had seen the whole process of Xiao Chen defeating Gui Yantian. To be honest, this ghost supreme was also very confident in Xiao Chen's combat strength. Xiao Chen's combat strength was almost on par with Long Yang and the other two.
With such strength, even Gui Yantian fled. If Xiao Chen attacked the Ghost Race martial artists at this time, it would absolutely be a disaster.
However, in the face of this Ghost Race Great Sovereign's threat, Xiao Chen only glanced at him indifferently and sneered. "You're already a clay bodhisattva crossing the river, yet you still have the mood to threaten others?"
Although Xiao Chen did not know what had happened, it was not difficult for him to see that this Ghost Race Great Sovereign was trapped at this time and could not attack at all.
Since he was already a trapped person, what could he do even if he had the cultivation of Great Sage Realm? Therefore, in the face of this Ghost Race Great Sovereign's threat, Xiao Chen did not take it seriously at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen took a step forward and disappeared on the spot. In the next moment, he appeared in front of the Ghost Race martial artists. Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he slashed out with the Dustless Sword in his hand.
These Ghost Race martial artists were only at the Dao Emperor Stage. Such a cultivation base was completely insufficient before Xiao Chen. With a single slash of his sword, he instantly killed over 20 of them.
The surrounding Ghost Race martial artists were terrified when they saw that over 20 people had been killed with a single slash of his sword. However, this was only the beginning. Without stopping, Xiao Chen directly charged into the Ghost Race martial artists' camp.
There was no need to be soft-hearted when dealing with the Ghost Race because if you did not kill them, they would kill you. If you did not kill these Ghost Race martial artists, even more people from the Human Race would be killed.
For a time, shrill cries rose and fell. Just like when the Human Race faced Gui Yantian earlier, the Ghost Race felt despair when facing Xiao Chen. It was even worse than Gui Yantian.
There was no doubt that Xiao Chen's strength was above Gui Yantian's. However, apart from strength, Xiao Sheng's killing intent was even denser than Gui Yantian's. Moreover, Xiao Chen's speed of killing was also above Gui Yantian's.
When Gui Yantian slaughtered the Human Race martial artists earlier, he could not help but show off a little. However, Xiao Chen was not so bored at all. He only killed. It was purely killing.
In front of Xiao Chen, the noble martial artists were not living beings but a pile of weeds waiting to be harvested.
Less than 100 breaths of time had passed since Xiao Chen made his move, and more than 200 Ghost Race martial artists had been killed. Faced with such a scene, the Human Race was excited, the Dragon Race was shocked, and the Ghost Race was terrified.
The Dragon Race martial artists who had been clamoring that the Human Race was incompetent all shut their mouths. At the same time, their hearts were filled with shock.
Xiao Chen, the first Holy Son of the Human Race, was actually this strong. In the eyes of these Dragon Race martial artists, Xiao Chen's strength was indeed comparable to Long Yang's. Inconceivable, simply inconceivable.
The Dragon Race was incomparably shocked. However, someone from the Ghost Race shouted at this moment. "Stop him, stop him …"
Hearing these angry shouts, the Ghost Race martial artists had no choice but to swarm forward and use their lives to stop Xiao Chen.
It was a very familiar scene. Not long ago, the Human Race had also used human lives to stop Gui Yantian. But now, the Ghost Race had fallen into such a situation in the blink of an eye.
Human lives. They could only use human lives to stop Xiao Chen. However, these Ghost Race martial artists could be killed with a single sword strike from Xiao Chen.
As time passed, the number of martial artists of the Ghost Clan that Xiao Chen had on his hands increased. It was as if he was cutting vegetables.
Ghost Race martial artists' corpses fell from the sky one after another. However, no one dared to retreat because no one in the Ghost Race could stop Xiao Chen. If they left Xiao Chen alone, even more Ghost Race martial artists would die.
There was no superfluous words. Unlike Gui Yan Tian who showed off from time to time, Little Cheng did not say a single word when facing the Ghost Race cultivators.
Only the Dustless Sword in his hand continued to slash out. The sky was filled with crazy sword edges, and the Ghost Race martial artists fell one after another.
There was no pause in the slaughter. At this moment, Xiao Chen was like the incarnation of a God of Death. His slaughter made the Ghost Race martial artists tremble in fear.
He had become a nightmare in the hearts of many Ghost Race martial artists present. After this battle, the Ghost Race martial artists who were lucky enough to escape this calamity would probably involuntarily think of today when the name Xiao Chen was mentioned in the future.
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