To avoid alerting the snake, the City God of Ximing City remained in the City God Temple as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Chen Changsheng went alone to the ramparts of Ximing City.

He picked up the Wine Gourd at his waist, wanting to take a sip of wine, but could only sigh helplessly and put it back.

Many soldiers stood guard on the battlements of Ximing City. They looked ahead, guarding this Imperial City.

Chen Changsheng sat right on the central parapet of the city tower. Propping his chin on his hand, he looked at the distant scenery and also waited for the monster the City God had mentioned.

When bored, he took a nap. The guarding soldiers couldn’t see him, so no one disturbed him.

As the blazing sun overhead slowly moved westwards.

The sky at the horizon took on a dusky yellow hue. Though the wind in the northwest scraped like knives, the beauty of the sunset was something one wouldn’t want to miss for even a moment.

Scenes in this world are all different. Getting to see one brings a feeling of peace.

While watching the clouds and sunset glow in the distance, Chen Changsheng’s gaze paused. Then, he looked towards somewhere even further away.

A blend of Demonic Qi and dense Yin Energy was approaching this place.

“It’s coming…”

Chen Changsheng raised a hand. The Rain-Listening Sword shot out like a streak of light.

He lightly touched his toes and landed upon that Immortal Sword. He followed the Demonic Qi.

High in the sky, they saw a figure clad in white robes, holding a banner flag in hand, hurrying towards Ximing City.

Unexpectedly, a streak of sword light descended, blocking his path.

Snapping back to attention, he saw a Green-Robed Gentleman blocking his way atop an Immortal Sword.

Chen Changsheng opened his Dharma Eye, sweeping it over the monster before him.

Yet, unexpectedly, he couldn’t fully discern its true form. He only saw a pair of antler-like horns revealed on the monster’s back.

Chen Changsheng’s gaze shifted to the banner flag overflowing with Yin Energy in the figure’s hand. He asked, “The Magical Artifact in your grasp is rather unique.”

The white-robed Monster felt facing overwhelming danger. Without a moment’s pause, he immediately used monstrous art and transformed into a curtain of smoke, fleeing.

“Where do you think you’re escaping to!”

Chen Changsheng chanted an incantation, raising his hand and urging the Immortal Sword.

“Go!”

The Immortal Sword cleaved through the air, turning into a streak of cold light as it chased in the direction the monster fled.

Chen Changsheng followed closely behind, pursuing him.

The white-robed Monster sensed the Immortal Sword closing in behind him. He frowned, cursing under his breath: “Meddlesome fool!”

Abruptly, he pulled out a Talisman from his robe. He raised his hand, and a Golden Light shot into the Talisman.

“Talisman connect the heavens, Speed!”

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng frowned.

“A Talisman?”

This monster could command Talismans?

This was probably no simple matter!

Chen Changsheng summoned a Decree within his mouth, drawing the mandate of Heaven and Earth. He intoned: “Divine Decree, Sword Patrol a Thousand Miles, Slay Monsters and Expel Evil!”

As his voice fell, empowered by the Decree, the Rain-Listening Sword shone brightly with sword light. Wielding the might of the Immortal Sword, it pursued the monster.

“Zheng!”

With the clear ringing sound of a sword.

The white-robed Monster instantly felt an ill omen. Frowning, he pulled out another Talisman from his robe, drawing a wisp of Golden Light into it.

“Talisman connect the heavens, Stone Wall Appear!”

The Talisman ignited. Instantly, a wall of stone materialized in front of the Rain-Listening Sword.

“Boom!”

But compared to an Immortal Sword, how could the Talisman hold? In just an instant, the wall shattered into pieces by the Sword Qi radiating from around Rain-Listening Sword.

Chen Changsheng followed close behind.

Seeing the monster’s speed increase even more dramatically, he couldn’t help but frown, thinking to himself: “He can run this fast?”

This was the first time Chen Changsheng had encountered a monster skilled in using Talismans.

The white-robed Monster had hoped the Talisman could at least delay the sword. Never did he expect that the Immortal Sword would not pause for even a second, staying firmly on his tail.

He flung out dozens of Talismans in succession.

“Speed, Speed, Speed, Speed…”

Streams of glowing Talismans shot out. The white-robed Monster’s speed became even more astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he put distance between himself and the Rain-Listening Sword.

“Running faster is pointless. This sword strike will hit you.”

One thing puzzled Chen Changsheng, though. Seeing him, the monster hadn’t even tried to fight back at all. Its first instinct was to run. And the entire time, it relied solely on Talismans.

Could its own cultivation actually be quite low?

Chen Changsheng continued pursuing. The white-robed Monster kept running, hurling dozens more speed Talismans behind him. But surprisingly, the Immortal Sword chasing him only got faster and faster, never slowing down.

“What kind of Divine Ability is this?!”

Horror flooded the white-robed Monster’s heart. He saw the Immortal Sword practically at his back and dodged frantically to the side.

“Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!”

Though he avoided the Rain-Listening Sword itself, the Sword Qi swirling around it slashed him. His white robe instantly split open in several places, blood streaming from the wounds.

The white-robed Monster’s expression instantly darkened. There was no way he could keep running in this situation.

“Ghost soldiers of the eight directions, hear my command!”

“Ten thousand wraiths have arrived!”

The white-robed Monster gripped the Soul-Summoning Banner. As he shook the flag, tens of thousands of Yin Souls and Vengeful Spirits surged out from it.

“Kill!”

At his fierce command.

Countless Yin Souls let out howling screams.

The Rain-Listening Sword was momentarily blocked by the uncountable ghosts and evil spirits, giving the white-robed Monster a chance to catch his breath.

After unleashing tens of thousands of Yin Souls, the white-robed Monster tried to flee the scene.

“Attempting to run away?”

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng raised two fingers.

“Heaven and Earth’s Divine Decree, Summon Thunder to Execute the Monster!”

“Thunder comes!”

As the Decree echoed, a bolt of thunder descended right above the white-robed Monster’s head.

“Crack! Crash!!”

The Thunder Technique exploded with immense sound. The white-robed Monster felt his heart nearly stop.

He tried to dodge, but the Thunder Technique was already upon him.

“Arrgh!”

A scream tore from his throat as the Thunder Technique struck his shoulder.

Instantly, his arm went numb. The Soul-Summoning Banner he held clattered to the ground.

Just one Thunder Technique nearly took his life.

“So his cultivation really is low.”

Chen Changsheng confirmed this, then prepared to step forward and capture the white-robed Monster.

Unexpectedly, seizing the fleeting moment during which the Thunder struck, the white-robed Monster managed to activate another Talisman.

After that Talisman ignited and burned, the white-robed Monster suddenly became utterly lifeless in the eyes, as if turned to stone.

“Hmm?”

Chen Changsheng frowned when he saw this, quickly stepping forward to investigate.

“An illusion?”

With just a light touch, the white-robed Monster disintegrated into ash, vanishing completely.

The true form of the Monster had likely escaped long ago.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng did not pursue further. His gaze turned elsewhere.

At this moment, the Rain-Listening Sword was in the midst of battling the tens of thousands of Yin Souls.

He raised his hand and made a beckoning motion. The Soul-Summoning Banner floated up and landed in his palm.

Chen Changsheng lightly waved the Soul-Summoning Banner.

Instantly, the tens of thousands of Yin Souls were all sucked back into the banner, settling down in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the situation resolved, the Rain-Listening Sword returned once more to its master’s side.

Chen Changsheng looked down at the Soul-Summoning Banner in his hand.

He frowned thoughtfully, murmuring to himself: “He truly managed to get away.”

“But after taking one of my Thunder Techniques, he probably won’t be feeling too well.”