The ghost hiding in Zang Tianji's body seemed to sense something was wrong: "Since you know who I am, why didn't you attack immediately? Why waste your breath?"

"Because, I'm calculating how to kill you!" Ye Yang suddenly struck, a palm-width sword qi aimed straight at the center of Zang Tianji's brow.

However, Zang Tianji revealed a slight sneer, not taking Ye Yang's sword qi seriously at all.

After advancing a meter, Ye Yang's sword qi suddenly narrowed, from the width of a palm to about two fingers.

As the sword qi advanced another foot, it turned into a white sword芒 (mang - beam, ray) about one finger wide.

With each of the three advances, the sword qi narrowed by half again.

When the sword qi approached Zang Tianji's forehead, it was only a needle-thin beam of white light.

Zang Tianji's expression changed from sneering to shock, from shock to horror, and from horror to panic.

The struggle was evident in Zang Tianji's eyes, but she couldn't stand up no matter how hard she tried.

At first, Ye Yang's sword qi seemed powerful, and she knew it was just a bluff, that he wouldn't dare kill Zang Tianji along with her.

But when Ye Yang's sword qi turned into a needle芒 (mang - beam, ray), she completely panicked. Ye Yang intended to kill her without harming Zang Tianji's life.

Feng Ruohang said calmly, "You shouldn't underestimate Zang Tianji. A Tian Ming Shi (heaven's will diviner) isn't just a fortune teller."

"Before you made your move, she already knew what you were planning."

"She might not resist fiercely, but she will definitely leave a dead end for her opponent."

With a hint of coldness in her eyes, Feng Ruohang's hands quietly gripped the sword hilt: "Zang Tianji let you possess her because you are her trial, her response!"

"Zang Tianji controls you, not letting you run, also because you are her trial. She must break through it!"

Feng Ruohang and Ye Yang both knew that a ghost had possessed Zang Tianji, but they couldn't get the ghost out, so they could only keep provoking the ghost's emotions to find the location where it was hiding.

The opponent was, after all, a ghost神 (shen - spirit, deity). How could he not be angry at being played with by a few mortals?

Zang Tianji's eyes suddenly turned sharp as she looked at Feng Ruohang: "You dare..."

"One sword to shatter the soul, even the Yellow Springs will be cut!" As Ye Yang's voice fell, the needle-like sword芒 (mang - beam, ray) pierced towards the center of Zang Tianji's brow, but at that moment, another face appeared on Zang Tianji's face.

After Ye Yang's sword芒 (mang - beam, ray) pierced an inch into the ghost's brow, it stopped, sticking close to Zang Tianji's skin. As a drop of blood welled up on Zang Tianji's forehead, Ye Yang's sword qi suddenly vibrated gently, causing the blood droplet to explode in all directions.

Zang Tianji's fair skin was stained with an eerie blood red, and the struggling figure clinging to her face was also forced out of her body.

Before the figure could steady itself, Ye Yang had already stepped forward quickly, holding the sword with both hands, raised it above her head, and slashed down vertically.

After the sword passed, the figure was split in two, but there was no phosphorescence.

The ghost神 (shen - spirit, deity) wasn't the real one!

While Ye Yang paused with her sword, ghostly wails and神 (shen - spirit, deity) howls suddenly erupted from the depths of Shuangji Town. The ghost神 (shen - spirit, deity)'s furious roar shot straight into the sky from under the flagpole.

I watched as the ripples caused by the Qi wave surged upwards along the flagpole.

Caught off guard, Han Liangzhe didn't have time to retract his blade and was swept away by the Qi wave from the elbow, sending both his hand and the blade flying.

The sound wave continued unabated, rushing straight to the top of the flagpole, and the Samsara Division disciples hidden on the flagpole were instantly shattered, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

As the ground in Shuangji Town shook violently, cracks spread in all directions from the flagpole, and the surging煞 (sha - evil) Qi rose straight into the sky like wolf smoke.

From afar, although there were no flames of war in Shuangji Town, there was wolf smoke everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos among the Samsara Division disciples, I slipped away and leaned towards one of them, slapping the other person's chest with my backhand.

After a loud explosion inside that person's body, they were torn to pieces. I took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement of the Samsara Division disciples and rushed towards Ye Yang's location.

Ye Yang also let out a long whistle, bringing Feng Ruohang with her, and converged towards me.

The two of us landed in an empty courtyard at the same time, but we were both stunned.

There was only a wooden table in the courtyard, and on the table was a wooden platform, a foot square and half a foot high.

I immediately recognized that it was an execution platform used to behead death row prisoners in ancient times.

Why would anyone put an execution platform here?

While I was wondering, ghostly sounds had already risen everywhere in Shuangji Town, and the resistance and screams of the Samsara Division disciples were frequently heard.

Although the resistance of the Samsara Division disciples was fierce, they couldn't stop the countless ghosts. After a while, only sporadic resistance remained.

Ye Yang walked to the table: "This is a replica of the Yin Division's Soul Severing Platform!"

I asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I have an impression of it!" Ye Yang said, "The Yin Division's Soul Severing Platform is a treasure of the Underworld. As long as a ghost神 (shen - spirit, deity) is brought into the range of the Soul Severing Platform, no matter how high their cultivation is, they can't escape the blade on the Soul Severing Platform."

Ye Yang reached out and pressed on the Soul Severing Platform, unexpectedly, three large characters "斩神台" (Zhan Shen Tai - God Slaughtering Platform) appeared in front of the execution platform.

Ye Yang touched the center of the execution platform lightly, and a scarlet wooden stump appeared on it, behind the stump was a figure kneeling on both knees with their hands tied behind their back.

The person looked like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, their face pressed down on the wooden stump full of knife marks, trembling.

I subconsciously said, "How can there be a death row prisoner on the God Slaughtering Platform? Who is this person?"