Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 57 Ghost Hand

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Ghost Hand

Zhuo Yang has always acted arbitrarily and is known in the demon realm for being both righteous and evil. Now that he says he wants to act on behalf of Heaven, it is clear that he is truly enraged.

"Hehehe..." Fu Yayue had changed. Her ferocious face was now filled with resentment. She laughed cruelly a few times. "Zhuo Yang, your soul is quite something. Why don't you let me swallow it and keep the vengeful ghost inside me company?"

Zhuo Yang laughed three times: "Even if I gave you some, could you handle it?"

The demon lord's primordial spirit, though only a wisp, was enough to terrify Yuan Chen, a late-stage Golden Core expert. Devouring his primordial spirit would have resulted in a fate even worse than swallowing a demon's core whole.

"Why not give it a try?" Fu Yayue opened her mouth wide, her grin stretching all the way to her ears.

She leaped forward with such speed that no one could catch her form; a dark shadow rushed towards Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang stared intently, but even his demonic eyes couldn't detect the other person's figure.

"not good!"

With a swift movement, Zhuo Yang dodged more than three meters away.

In the blink of an eye, the dark figure rushed over, and several alarming claw marks appeared on the ground where Zhuo Yang had just stood.

"That was close!" Zhuo Yang thought to himself, not daring to underestimate his opponent, and immediately swung his sword to strike.

The sword technique, cultivated over thousands of years, was self-created and didn't even have a name. But with a flash of cold light, a cry of surprise immediately rang out.

"what!"

Fu Yayue appeared three meters away, a foot-long slit cut open at the waist of her black robe, almost disemboweling her.

Zhuo Yang's pupils contracted instantly, and he said in a deep voice, "Your body should already be dead, so why are you still able to trap the vengeful ghost inside you?"

The robe ripped at the waist, revealing Fu Yayue's body. Her flesh-less, withered, and yellowish body looked just like a dried corpse.

"Who said I'm dead?" Fu Yayue seemed unable to bear the word "death," and immediately flew into a rage. "I'm not dead, and I won't die even if another thousand years pass!"

The cries were mournful, much like the voices of a dead person trapped in a deep well for decades, filled with deep resentment and hatred for everything.

Zhuo Yang simply shut his mouth, his eyes flashing with cold light, and pointed his dragon-patterned longsword at Fu Yayue.

A flash of lightning appeared, and then sparks danced and crackled across the entire sword.

"Go to hell!" Fu Yayue's expression turned to extreme hatred when she saw Lei Guang. She swung her claws fiercely, and an invisible burst of energy shot straight towards Zhuo Yang.

Sensing the telepathy, Zhuo Yang didn't hesitate for a moment and jumped into the air.

Five huge claw marks appeared on the ground, each about two meters long. The ground was concrete, demonstrating the force of the attack.

Zhuo Yang was secretly alarmed. The other party had been locking the soul into her body for far too long, causing her body to mutate and become exceptionally sturdy. Moreover, the vengeful spirit's resentment was too deep, and it had also granted her powerful magic.

Taking both factors into account, Fu Yayue's strength is formidable.

"Look at the sword!"

Unable to think of a good solution for a moment, Zhuo Yang made a decisive move and thrust his sword straight at the opponent's throat.

No matter how powerful she is, I'll give you a sword strike first!

An incredibly sharp sword strike, as if the entire world had vanished in an instant, leaving only the sword's presence, its power overwhelming and captivating.

Fu Yayue's gaze was completely locked onto the tip of the sword, and she didn't react at all.

With a "thud," it was like a piece of rotten leather.

Zhuo Yang frowned, drew his sword, and left.

However, the next moment, a pair of withered hands grabbed the dragon-patterned longsword, and no matter how hard Zhuo Yang tried, he could not pull the longsword out.

"Zhuo Yang, where do you think you're going this time?" Fu Yayue sneered a few times, then climbed up Zhuo Yang's sword.

The longsword pierced her body little by little, emerging from her back and tearing through her clothes.

Zhuo Yang hadn't expected that the Soul Locking Technique was so powerful that it could disregard the physical body and leave his heart completely unharmed even after it was pierced.

In the critical moment, he threw aside his longsword and unleashed a palm strike.

A flash of lightning appeared, then instantly retracted into the palm of the hand. In a flash, a fierce bolt of lightning struck Fu Yayue, who was standing right next to him.

Time seemed to freeze, and both faces were illuminated by the lightning, one sinister, the other resolute.

A flash of lightning was followed by a violent explosion, engulfing both of them in the ball of lightning and fire. The shockwave even reached the entire backyard of the Eastern Manor, snapping the green vegetation and blowing away large sections of turf that couldn't withstand the impact.

In an instant, it was as if a typhoon had passed through, causing immense damage to everything.

As the turbulent wind subsided, two people remained standing in the courtyard: Zhuo Yang and Fu Ya Yue, still in the same pose as before. The difference was that Zhuo Yang had many more wounds on his body, while Fu Ya Yue's black robe was gone, revealing her shriveled, brownish-yellow body, almost like a dried corpse.

"Cough cough..."

Zhuo Yang coughed a few times, then immediately gritted his teeth and stared intently at Fu Yayue across from him.

"Good spell, but it seems the magic power is a bit low!" Fu Yayue raised her head, her long black hair covering half of her face, the other half looking like a dried corpse, her eyes bloodshot.

Without a second thought, Zhuo Yang unleashed another palm strike, this time the Thunderfire Palm.

If magic can't kill her, then let's try a head-on collision and utterly destroy her body!

The lightning-infused palm struck Fu Yayue directly in the chest, producing a crisp cracking sound—the sound of bones breaking.

However, Fu Yayue did not show the slightest sign of pain on her face.

“My turn!” Fu Yayue’s hands didn’t move, still gripping Zhuo Yang’s dragon-patterned longsword, but another pair of gray hands grabbed Zhuo Yang’s wrist with lightning speed, instantly leaving a dark mark on his arm.

"Ghost hands!"

Zhuo Yang was furious. His true essence surged wildly, and lightning appeared on his arm. With a series of crackling sounds, his gray arm was repeatedly struck by the lightning and fire.

However, it was all in vain; the gray arm was still gripping his arm tightly.

Lightning magic seems to have lost its effectiveness...

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them all! I'll play with you for a while and let you die slowly!" Fu Yayue grinned menacingly, her withered hands slowly pulling the Dragon Pattern Sword from her body and throwing it on the ground with a clang.

She walked over and grabbed Zhuo Yang's neck with both hands.

With his right arm bound by a vengeful ghost, Zhuo Yang shouted, "Break!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky, hitting Fu Yayue precisely. Instantly, her hair stood on end, ignited by the lightning.

But the fire only burned for two or three seconds before going out. Fu Yayue sneered and continued to approach Zhuo Yang.

It wasn't far to begin with; she only took three steps before her arm grabbed Zhuo Yang's neck. No matter how hard Zhuo Yang tried to pry her hand off with his left arm, he couldn't.

A gradual, suffocating feeling began to creep in...

Zhuo Yang, on the contrary, relaxed, felt no fear, and even became incredibly focused.

"Since my memories returned, I seem to have become a bit distracted!"

"The Heaven-Devouring Thunder Tribulation, the true essence of all laws, only the mind remains steadfast..."

Only with unparalleled focus and strong willpower can one cultivate the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, forging one's own path to heaven through repeated trials by heavenly lightning, tribulation lightning, and divine lightning.

The period of intense attraction has come to a perfect end!

Zhuo Yang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning.