Facing the rampaging presence of over a dozen formidable specters, Yu Lumin and the others unleashed their unique abilities to confront them.
Meanwhile, the ordinary individuals invited by Lu Xin were struck with utter terror, scattering in all directions.
Sun Tangzhi, initially, was also deeply shaken upon witnessing such a multitude of Ghost Kings, instinctively urging everyone to retreat.
In a blink of an eye, he noticed that none of the younger generation around him showed any inclination to retreat. Instead, their faces were alight with excitement.
Good heavens!
Sun Tangzhi snapped back to reality, realizing that all the young individuals present were the future successors of the Xuanmen!
Ghost Kings, while formidable obstacles for Sun Tangzhi and his peers, were merely a suitable challenge for Yu Lumin and the others, perhaps even slightly underwhelming. They were the kind of opponents requiring a bit of effort but posing no real threat.
Dealing with such adversaries was both effortless and enjoyable, which explained the particular exhilaration of this group of "bellicose" individuals.
Zhao Chengxiang, renowned for his competitive spirit, suddenly exclaimed, "We didn't have enough fun fighting at the Luo Tian Da Jiao. Let's take this opportunity to compete and see who can kill more Ghost Kings!"
Yan Nanfei immediately echoed, "Excellent!"
Upon hearing this, the Ghost Kings were all immensely enraged.
When had Ghost Kings been reduced to mere scoring units for these brats to compete over?!
"Hmph, childish," Luo Ning scornfully glanced at Zhao Chengxiang and his companions. He then summoned Nezha with his three heads and six arms, commanding, "Kill them! Kill them mercilessly!"
Instantly, the corpse energy emanating from Luo Ning erupted, directly bolstering Nezha's combat power.
Long Feicheng stared in disbelief, "Didn't you just call them childish?"
"Even so, we can't let our folk sect's prestige fall!" Luo Ning replied matter-of-factly.
Long Feicheng was speechless.
Liu Yiren remained still, quietly guarding Yu Lumin's side, fulfilling her role as a future elder.
She softly said, "Leave these Ghost Kings to them. You are a Heavenly Master now, you need to maintain some decorum, don't you?"
Yu Lumin beside her did not respond. Puzzled, Liu Yiren turned her head to find that Yu Lumin had already charged into the thick of the Ghost Kings, fighting amongst them.
"As expected, are men forever boys until death?" Liu Yiren rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Yu Lumin fought his way to Yan Shouyi, having already dispatched one Ghost King along the path.
As they passed each other, Yu Lumin smiled and said, "We still have a contest between us. How about we try it out now?"
Yan Shouyi snorted, "I don't have time for a contest with you. After killing these Ghost Kings, I still need to save my wife. What would a lonely dog like you understand?"
Yu Lumin's eyes widened as if struck by a massive blow.
Can this world not get any better? Why do people harbor such malice towards lonely individuals? He was so angry he was trembling!
However, despite his words, Yan Shouyi's pace in dispatching Ghost Kings noticeably quickened. To say he wasn't eager to compete with Yu Lumin would be an absolute lie.
Seeing this, Yu Lumin also accelerated his movements. As their battle intensified, they even began to interfere with each other's attacks.
For instance, when a Ghost King was downed by Yan Shouyi and was about to be finished off by his Zanpakuto, Yu Lumin would suddenly appear and trip Yan Shouyi.
Then, when the Ghost King thought it had narrowly escaped death, Yu Lumin would strike again, directly choking it.
The Ghost King was so terrified it nearly lost its soul. Yan Shouyi slapped Yu Lumin's arm with the back of his sword, causing Yu Lumin to release his grip in pain.
The next second, Yan Shouyi swiftly brought down his sword, mere inches from the Ghost King's head. Before he could fully comprehend, Yu Lumin had intervened once more.
This Ghost King was thus tossed back and forth between heaven and hell, eventually driven to mental breakdown. It knelt on the ground, begging them, "Please, stop! Just give me a swift end!"
Finally, as the two were preparing to finish off this Ghost King and search for their next target, Han San leaped forward to intervene, "Heh, how can the ultimate battle between men be complete without me, Han San, a disciple of Maoshan?!"
The Ghost King, upon hearing this, rolled its eyes in near despair, almost taking its own life.
However, Han San was certainly not qualified to interfere with the duel between Yan Shouyi and Yu Lumin. He was promptly kicked away by Yu Lumin.
Flying backward, Han San fumed, "Damn it! Just because you're a Heavenly Master doesn't mean you're all-powerful! Wait until I become the sect leader of Maoshan, and I'll directly lead the Maoshan sect to rebel against the Xuanmen and establish our own sect!"
As the saying goes, one who has the means and doesn't flaunt it is a scoundrel. Given Han San's personality, he might actually do something that would go against his ancestors.
After dispatching a few lesser specters, Yuan Jianxin lost interest in such unchallenging opponents.
He sheathed his Peach Heart Sword back into its scabbard and stood by, observing the battle.
In his eyes, only Yan Shouyi and Yu Lumin were worthy of his attention. Han San and Zhao Chengxiang ranked slightly lower.
"After the Luo Tian Da Jiao, I returned to my sect and practiced diligently. My swordsmanship has reached a new level of proficiency. I wonder how much Yu Lumin and Yan Shouyi have improved," Yuan Jianxin mused.
Yu Lumin's strength was self-evident. He had inherited the cultivation of the Old Heavenly Master, Zhang Yin. Although he was still in the assimilation period, the power he unleashed was already terrifying.
Not only was he superior to his peers, but even the elders of the Heavenly Master Mansion at Longhu Mountain were no match for Yu Lumin.
If he were to fight seriously, Yuan Jianxin believed that Yan Shouyi would also be unable to defeat Yu Lumin.
At this moment, Yu Lumin suddenly formed hand seals, then pointed his sword at the sky, chanting:
"Heavenly thunder rumbling, divine thunder crashing. Dragon thunder roars, water thunder churns waves. Earth commands fire and lightning, thunderbolts traverse. Divine power unleashed, extinguishing evil spirits. God above commands, swiftly carry out!"
Oh? He was going to use the Five Thunder Orthodox Method?
A smile played on Yuan Jianxin's lips. The last time at Longhu Mountain, during Yu Lumin's succession as Heavenly Master, his use of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method had summoned golden lightning to temper his crown. That scene was still vividly etched in Yuan Jianxin's memory.
Now, a month later, what would be the scene when Yu Lumin employed the ultimate technique of Longhu Mountain once more?
Looking up, thunderclouds instantly condensed in the sky. The dense black clouds seemed on the verge of collapsing, suffocating everyone.
Within the black clouds, golden lightning flickered intermittently, resembling golden dragons!
The sect leaders of minor factions, such as Sun Tangzhi, huddled in corners, their faces filled with awe as they gazed at the thunderclouds above.
"Is this the power of a Heavenly Master? It's too magnificent!"
This feeling was akin to a monkey that had dominated the mountain for years suddenly encountering a true king of beasts, a tiger.
That inner tremor and the uncontrollable urge to submit were something they had never experienced before.
*Boom—*
Abruptly, a bolt of golden heavenly lightning struck down. The moment it hit the courtyard of the Lu Shan Sect, it transformed into countless lightning serpents, as if possessing eyes, and burrowed into the remaining specters!
These specters were already at their limit. After being struck by the golden lightning, they could no longer endure and were instantly annihilated, turning into dust!