Chapter 452: A Clash to Shock and Suppress

Seeing this, the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord finally could hold back no longer and called out urgently to Li Musheng, "Your Highness, didn't you say you would restore all three of our martial cultivations? Why have you only restored Ghost Prison's?"

At those words, Li Musheng glanced at the two of them from the corner of his eye and said, "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"Besides, restoring one of you is enough for now. Once he brings the other two Holy Lords of the Yellow Spring Tribe here, I will naturally follow through on what I promised you."

With that, Li Musheng paid the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord no further attention.

At the same time, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, having fully recovered his martial cultivation, savored the return of his formidable power and looked down from where he hovered in the air toward Li Musheng, still seated calmly on his camel below.

Li Musheng's expression was completely unchanged, as though restoring the Ghost Prison Holy Lord's cultivation had been a matter of utter indifference to him.

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's eyes shifted through a series of complicated changes. Though he had recovered his full strength as a Holy Lord of the Yellow Spring Tribe, he had the self-awareness to understand his situation clearly.

Li Musheng had suppressed all three of them alone, sealing his cultivation once before. He could do it again.

So at this moment, he naturally neither dared, nor had any immediate intention of, seeking revenge against Li Musheng.

"All right, go and bring the other two here as quickly as you can."

Li Musheng waved a hand at the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, then continued riding his camel along the street.

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord, wreathed in ghostly energy and standing atop the spectral realm he commanded, immediately nodded and said, "Your Highness need not worry. I will bring them without fail."

He then paused, swept a glance around the surroundings, and said, "But before I go, I ask that Your Highness permit me to settle a small personal matter first."

The moment those words fell, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord let his Ghost Howl Voice Art ring out in a furious, thundering voice, "Everyone who sent me transmissions just now, step out here before me right this instant."

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's voice rolled out like a peal of thunder, filling the entire street above with its reverberations, making the blood and qi surge involuntarily within the martial world figures watching from every direction, their heads ringing with the sound.

It was clear that having endured so many people's taunting transmissions earlier, the very first thing the Ghost Prison Holy Lord intended to do upon recovering his cultivation was to pay every single one of them back immediately.

But no one around them dared admit to it.

Those who had been transmitting earlier had only dared do so because the three Holy Lords had lost their martial cultivation. Now that the Ghost Prison Holy Lord had recovered his full power as a Holy Lord of the Yellow Spring Tribe, not one of them had the nerve to show themselves.

"Not coming out? Then this Holy Lord will drag you out personally."

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's expression darkened to something deeply menacing. He raised his hand in a grasping motion, and an enormous ghostly hand churning with dark, rolling energy manifested out of thin air, then suddenly shot toward a guesthouse along the side of the street.

"Bai Jian Chou, get out here and die."

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's voice rang out like a death knell. In the next instant, a towering sword shadow erupted from the guesthouse he had targeted, its tip driving straight up into the enormous ghostly hand and stopping it from pressing further down.

At the same time, a man's voice came from within the guesthouse, carrying a slightly mocking tone, "Ghost Prison, don't go picking fights over nothing. What have I done to you?"

"Don't think I don't know it was you. What's the matter? You had the nerve to transmit at me earlier, but now you don't have the guts to admit it?"

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's eyes blazed with fierce menace. Though he couldn't track down every single person who had transmitted at him, there were a few familiar ones he could recall with perfect clarity.

Bai Jian Chou in particular, whose fame throughout the Western Desert's martial world was built on his mastery of the sword path, had been his sworn enemy for years, with a long-standing feud between them. Earlier, it had been Bai Jian Chou who had transmitted the longest and the loudest.

At this point, a figure wreathed in swirling sword radiance materialized in what seemed like an instant, appearing above the rooftop of the guesthouse. He swept a stroke of sword qi upward along the path of the sword shadow, cutting directly through the enormous ghostly hand above.

"Am I wrong? Weren't you the one who used to boast endlessly that no one in all the world could stop you? So why were you curled up on that camel like a turtle hiding in its shell, not daring to make a sound?"

Bai Jian Chou, now forced out into the open, burst into laughter and gripped a vivid blue sword shadow in one hand, surging sword intent directed straight at the Ghost Prison Holy Lord. He had apparently decided there was no point in pretending any further.

At those words, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord was already beyond fury. He said nothing at all, simply struck like a thunderbolt, his form dissolving in an instant into an endless torrent of ghostly faces that came howling toward Bai Jian Chou.

After all, the humiliation the three of them had suffered earlier was undeniable, and the Ghost Prison Holy Lord could not refute it. The only thing left was to fight Bai Jian Chou and release the rage that had been building inside him.

Seeing the Ghost Prison Holy Lord come charging at him, Bai Jian Chou showed not the slightest intention of backing down. Sword light blazed from his entire body, and he condensed himself into a great sky of sword shadows and drove forward to meet the attack.

The moment the two of them clashed, a hundred exchanges had already been traded. In an instant, ghostly shadows swarmed and sword light flashed across the entire sky above, the true qi of heaven and earth churning like a tidal surge, even the clouds above shattered and scattered by the residual force of their clash.

The martial world figures below, who had been watching Li Musheng's group, all lifted their eyes skyward toward the battle between the two supreme experts. Many were struck dumb by the terrifying spectacle unfolding above them.

After all, even with White Emperor City now full of martial world figures gathered from every corner of the Western Desert, those who had reached the level of genuine top-tier masters, let alone Heaven-Human experts, were still a small minority.

No small number of people had never even witnessed a clash between experts of the Ghost Prison Holy Lord's caliber before. Seeing such a scene for the first time, some of those with weaker cultivation were so frightened they turned and fled outright.

Across the entire street, only Li Musheng continued on his way with the young girl Ah Xiu and the others along with the Hidden Kill Pavilion assassins, paying absolutely no attention to the earth-shaking battle between the two great experts above.

"So this is the true power of a Yellow Spring Holy Lord? Far stronger than I ever imagined."

Among the crowds lining both sides of the street, someone lifted their eyes to the sky with an expression of stunned amazement. The Yellow Spring Tribe was one of the Western Desert's six great powers, and the Holy Lords' might and fame were known throughout the entire Western Desert.

People's reputations cast long shadows, and the martial world figures of the Western Desert had always held the Yellow Spring Holy Lords in deep awe, though very few had ever actually seen one of them fight.

As a result, many people had no real concept of what a Yellow Spring Holy Lord's martial cultivation actually meant, to the point that after hearing of the three Holy Lords being defeated by Li Musheng alone, some had come away with the mistaken impression that the Yellow Spring Holy Lords were nothing but empty reputation after all.

The sight of the Ghost Prison Holy Lord clashing with Bai Jian Chou now naturally shattered many people's assumptions, truly showing them for the first time just how formidable the very top tier of the martial world actually was.

At this point, some people gradually came back to their senses and turned their heads toward the direction Li Musheng's group had gone.

"If even a Yellow Spring Holy Lord is this terrifying, then just how strong must this Eighth Prince of Great Li be, who suppressed three of them all by himself?"

Someone could not help but voice the thought aloud, and yet no one around them answered.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that many of those present were wondering the very same thing, but there was no one who could give an answer, and no one who dared try to find one.