Chapter 137, Killing Chen Tianzang

Three fingers were cut off by the sharp sword, leaving terrifying bloody holes.
Chen Tianzang's gaze suddenly became dull, and even before the pain nerves had a chance to react, a cyan ghost fire full of annihilation aura rushed towards him!
"How could this happen..."
He did not expect it.
Among the disciples of the royal family, aren't only the Four Great Young Kings known for being the strongest in terms of combat prowess?
Where did this kid come from?
The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart.
A piercing pain instantly spread, tormenting Chen Tianzang's sensory nerves. He roared and quickly retreated!
"Want to leave?"
Ye Wuzong sneered and walked briskly.
On the palm, a blue flame burned fiercely, forming a flaming palm seal. With an increase in speed, it heavily struck Chen Tianzang's chest.
*Splash!*
Chen Tianzang spurted out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away by Ye Wuzong with one palm.
The whole scene suddenly fell silent.
Everyone stared with wide eyes, staring at this scene.
Two moves...
Only two moves were used, one sword style and one attacking palm. First, Chen Tianzang's fingers were cut off, and then he was instantly knocked down to the ground!
For the disciples of the royal family at the Zongshi Mansion, there is only one amazed question in their minds: Oh my god, is this brother really that awesome?
"Young Master Ye, are you really that formidable?"
Ye Yurou exclaimed in amazement, catching up with Bai Zhiyao's footsteps, her beautiful face turned around, full of surprise.
Bai Zhiyao's beautiful face also froze for a moment, then smiled, shook her head, and laughed at herself: "I should have known that he is still so powerful and formidable, I shouldn't have lost my composure..."
Speaking, Bai Zhiyao relaxed a lot and smiled at Ye Yurou, saying, "Yurou, don't worry, with him here, we will definitely be fine tonight..."
As for Ye Mengxue, Ye Chuan, Ye Hailan and others, they had long known about Ye Wuzong's thunderous methods, but they were just scared by the cruel ways of the Ghost Gate disciples earlier, and for a while forgot that there was actually an even more powerful presence beside them...
Chen Tian's body sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.
Behind him, the disciples of the Ghost Gate recovered from their shock and turned their gaze towards Ye Wuzong, who stood firmly with a sword in hand, dressed in black and emitting a chilling aura. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"Who are you!"
Chen Tianzang is not dead, he manages to stand up, his clothes on his chest are torn to pieces, full of burnt marks, but there are layers of ugly dark scales on his chest, resembling tough dragon skin.
Ye Wuzong did not answer, but only glanced at the black Lin armor on his chest and said faintly, "Wearing a ghost-level armor, no wonder my palm couldn't kill you..."
"What a joke."
Chen Tianzang waved his hands and stopped the disciples of the Ghost Gate behind him, including Lu Tiange who still had a shocked expression.
"Don't make a move, I alone am enough to kill him."
Chen Tianzang said coldly.
He gritted his teeth, his right arm trembling, as if enduring immense pain, and let out a miserable howl. But astonishingly, the three broken fingers on his right hand grew back.
However, these three fingers had become inhuman, three dirty and stinking fingers that resembled rotted and dried-out wood.
"I will make you experience the most cruel and unearthly massacre in this world!"
After the three rotten fingers were reborn, Chen Tianzang stared angrily at Ye Wuzong, with a surge of killing intent in his eyes.
As a disciple of the Ghost Gate, constantly practicing the Yin and Evil Ghost Power, with just a release of his aura, the ghosts cried and the wolves howled, as if countless resentful spirits were hiding in the darkness.
Each disciple of the royal family was overwhelmed, except for Ye Qingyun, Bai Zhiyao, and Ye Yurou. The other disciples could barely stand up straight...
Only Ye Wuzong stood alone, undaunted by the sinister and evil aura. He calmly said, "Such meager ghost magic can't compare to the dark arts of the Black Witch Mountain. Little Dao'er, how dare you show off in front of me..."
Chen Tianzang was furious: "Arrogant!"
He shook his arm, and a brilliant white light floated around his body. A ghostly, eerie howl echoed, announcing the arrival of a towering guardian spirit standing over three meters tall, with a terrifying appearance.
A doll-like creature with stiff limbs and white bone spikes extending all over its body, with twisted arms and torso.
"Blood Soul of First-class Bloodline – White Bone Burial."
"Chen Senior Brother is actually forced to release his blood soul. This little brat in front of him actually has some skills."
Lutian's cutting is interesting.
The drowning Bin, surrounded by the hanging Tatar River, reveals its true face, covering its face, sharp eyes said: "But this also proves that he will be the most miserable one tonight..."
The long white bone whip in Chen Tianzang's hand, which was dozens of zhang in length, was connected to the blood soul 'Bone Funeral', which was just an organ on the bone person's body.
The bone person wildly moved his body, like a bone tree waving its teeth and claws in the wind, with dozens of longer bone whips growing on it...
Swoosh!
Chen Tianzang didn't waste any words, he suddenly flicked his wrist and two bone whips appeared on the "White Bone Funeral". They flashed with a white electric light and shot towards Ye Wuzong swiftly!
Such speed was like lightning, relying on the high grade of the blood soul. Just by being a first-grade Earth-tier, it was enough to instantly kill many martial artists.
Moreover, once this bone whip gets into the enemy's body, they will definitely suffer catastrophic consequences.
Unfortunately, the enemy he encountered is Ye Wuzong.
Ye Wuzong's face showed no change in expression, and as the white lightning was about to pierce his eyes, he suddenly leaned to the side and dodged it.
But when the second bone whip attacked, he did not choose to dodge, but instead extended one hand.
Clang!
Sparks of electricity flickered between Ye Wuzong's hand and the bone whip.
"How could this be..." Chen Tianzang's pupils suddenly contracted.
But in the next moment, he saw that Ye Wuzong's hand had turned into blood color, a fierce Kirin Claw!
"Roar -!" Among the four ghost-level disciples, only Bi Bei, who transformed into a wolf-like golden beast, suddenly growled.
"Is this guy's blood soul also in the form of a beast?"
"Crack!"
Ye Wuzong made an astonishing move.
His Blood Qilin Claw grabbed hold of the bone whip and forcefully yanked it!
The bone whip was ruthlessly pulled out from Bai Guang's body, causing Chen Tianzang to immediately scream in agony!
Ye Wuzong tossed the torn bone whip on the ground like throwing away garbage, his gaze indifferent, saying, "Too weak..."
"Ah!" Chen Tianzang yelled frantically, his pitch-black pupils oozing drops of blood.
This time, "White Bone Burial" seems to be infected by the host's emotions and also falls into a frantic state. All the bones and organs of the body wake up completely. In an instant, dozens of gruesome bone whips turn into a "prison" that crosses and shuttles through the sky, directly descending from the sky above Ye Wuzong!
Yewuzong glanced indifferently at the top, with arms outstretched, one hand gripping the hilt of the Blood Lizard Sword, and the other hand holding the scabbard.

Bloodlight, cold light, flashed by!
The sword is unsheathed!
"Control the Qi of a Thousand Swords."
Ye Wuzong rises in the air, holding his sword, like a giant peng spreading its wings, with a cold glare in his eyes. The Blood Lin Sword bursts into the sky, unleashing a thousand sword rays in an instant!
Pfft!
Pfft!
The bone cage shatters into pieces, like a cleanly shaved fish bone, scattering everywhere!
Chen Tianzang swears that he never expected that his strongest Blood Soul Martial Art in his life would be easily deciphered by a disciple from the royal family.
However, as soon as this thought appeared...
Leaves No Trace, dressed in cold black clothes, flew towards him.
One sword struck again!
Swoosh—!
In Chen Tianzang's terrified eyes, his body was torn apart like a broken kite.
Split in the middle!