I Have A Disciple Simulator Chapter 1290 - 795: Taking the Spirit Communication Pill

"Very well..."

A satisfied smile crossed the face of the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint just before he vanished.

His original sword technique, "Light and Arrogant Sword," had been successfully inherited, leaving no complications behind for those who would follow.

"Farewell, senior."

Lu Changsheng cupped his hands respectfully.

Without the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint holding back, their entire group would have remained locked in battle with him for much longer.

Rumble.

The enormous Cang King Tomb shook violently.

Lu Changsheng and Saint Zou turned their gazes to the Cang King Tomb's entrance, where they witnessed the Heavenly Martial Venerable smashing half of one male Sword Immortal statue to pieces.

The protective formation guarding the Cang King Tomb teetered on the edge of total collapse.

"Lu, we need to move fast and halt them."

Saint Zou felt intense pressure, pulling out a scroll that unfurled in the breeze, brimming with Magnificent Righteous Qi. From it emerged two True Dragons crafted from this qi, roaring ferociously as they lunged toward the Heavenly Martial Venerable.

"Hmph, a trivial eighth-grade powerhouse dares to interfere with my scheme?"

The Corpse Control Old Ghost inhaled deeply and unleashed a palm strike. His surging demonic qi resembled a crashing Nether Sea, annihilating the two qi-formed Flood Dragons.

The demonic qi kept its fierce drive, barreling directly at Saint Zou.

Saint Zou quickly unrolled yet another scroll, summoning a majestic mountain of pure Magnificent Righteous Qi to protect himself.

Boom!

The golden sacred mountain failed to endure the Corpse Control Old Ghost's demonic palm's power and exploded into shards.

Luckily, it succeeded in deflecting the strike for Saint Zou.

Saint Zou's complexion drained of color.

Activating the potent scrolls one after another had almost depleted Saint Zou's True Qi.

Although the Corpse Control Old Ghost focused on puppet mastery, his cultivation level was no small matter, surpassing Saint Zou even in straightforward fights.

"Ten Thousand Blades Chasing Wind!"

Lu Changsheng aimed straight for the Corpse Control Old Ghost as well.

If they could tie down the Corpse Control Old Ghost and prevent him from devoting all his attention to directing the Sun True Monarch and Heavenly Martial Venerable puppets, they might gain precious moments.

Ideally, slaying the Corpse Control Old Ghost outright would reverse their fortunes.

"Fuhua Sword!"

Yuexi released her sword strike too, cleaving through emptiness, its five-hued sword light ripping across dimensions, aimed sharply at the Corpse Control Old Ghost.

The disciples under Lu Changsheng deployed a barrage of magical treasures, invoking diverse cultivation methods and ultimate arts to assault the Corpse Control Old Ghost.

"Damn it!"

With most of his focus tied up in puppet control, the Corpse Control Old Ghost lagged behind the Heavenly Martial Venerable's might, leaving him dodging or parrying these assaults.

"Dance of a Thousand Corpses!"

In a flash, the Corpse Control Old Ghost summoned thousands of puppets, swarming like a legion, encompassing levels from Earth Immortal up to Divine King Realm.

A storm of strikes fell upon them, shattering puppet after puppet.

One swing from Lu Changsheng's blade eradicated hundreds of puppets.

The "Primordial Nine Styles" imparted by the Bai Emperor embodied the zenith of Sword Dao, and merely the fifth form proved too much for these puppets to endure.

"Ha."

Lu Qinglian gathered True Qi into her fist and pulverized a Divine King Realm puppet with one blow.

The bursting fist force tore through that Divine King Realm puppet, taking out the ones lined up behind it too.

"You don't belong in this world. Head to the Netherworld for rebirth in your next existence."

Chen Yi pressed his palms together, manifesting the Immovable King True Body behind him, radiating a thousand feet of Buddha light.

The souls of weaker puppets were compelled to transcendence by Chen Yi, turning them into soulless husks that plummeted from above.

Dust to dust, earth to earth.

"Hmph."

Dugu Aotian brandished the Dual Demon Soldiers, carving through puppets relentlessly. They dropped one by one under the ancient demon swords "Yuan Tu" and "Abi," cleaved in body and spirit alike.

The sight of his puppets getting demolished progressively wrenched at the Corpse Control Old Ghost's heart.

These formed the puppet forces he had amassed over millions of years.

"Once I secure the Cang King's corpse, a single puppet from it will outmatch a billion common ones."

A savage look twisted the Corpse Control Old Ghost's features as he abandoned all restraint.

He brandished the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, flooding the Heavenly Martial Venerable's form with innumerable vengeful spirits.

"Ahhh!!!"

A pained scream escaped the Heavenly Martial Venerable, his aura exploding outward.

The Corpse Control Old Ghost seized total command of the Heavenly Martial Venerable's remains, which delivered a devastating punch that crumpled the space around it.

"Ten Directions Dominating Fist!"

Boom!

The fist's devastation rampaged unchecked, wiping out all in its path, dimming the sun and moon!

The whole Cang King Tomb quaked beneath the terrifying force of the Heavenly Martial Venerable.

The male and female Sword Immortal statues unsheathed their blades in unison, channeling the Cang King Tomb's grand formation. Twin streams of sword energy blazed forth, intensely radiant.

"This stands as my finest puppet creation. Shatter for me!"

Guided by the Corpse Control Old Ghost, the Heavenly Martial Venerable employed its unyielding raw power to demolish the dual sword energies, slamming into the male Sword Immortal statue.

The overbearing impact vaporized the thousand-foot outline of the male Sword Immortal, crumbling the statue and sending the Cang King Tomb's grand formation into wild convulsions, triggering the downfall of many subterranean halls.

"Block them!"

Yan Ruxue observed the Corpse Control Old Ghost nearing the destruction of the Cang King Tomb's final barriers. Should he claim the Cang King and Merak Swordswoman's corpses, none there could bar his escape.

"Regrettably, I'm your adversary."

The Sun True Monarch intercepted Yan Ruxue, encircled by nine golden fires, each potent enough to wound a great power expert.

Yan Ruxue paused briefly, her pale wrist turning to unveil an aged scroll.

"I wonder if the moment has arrived..."

Yan Ruxue trusted her ability to overcome the Sun True Monarch, yet if the Corpse Control Old Ghost seized the Cang King's corpse first, the fallout would defy imagination.

"Illusory Life is but a Dream!"

Yuexi cleared the nearby puppets with her Immortal Sword, the five-colored sword energy infused with boundless Sword Intent, advancing on the Corpse Control Old Ghost.

"A puny youngster believes she can end me?"

The Corpse Control Old Ghost scoffed, shifting via divine sense, and the Heavenly Martial Venerable appeared instantly in front of him, pulverizing the seven-hued sword energy with a fist.

The fragmented sword energy dispersed everywhere, yet it failed to even touch the Corpse Control Old Ghost's Daoist Robe.

Yuexi's face lost its color.

In his lifetime, the Heavenly Martial Venerable had been a fifth-grade great power. Even as a corpse with a remnant soul, reinforced by the Corpse Control Old Ghost with an ocean of vengeful spirits, its power soared to the sixth grade's apex, nearing the great power threshold.

"Annihilate them!"

The Corpse Control Old Ghost cackled wildly, directing the Heavenly Martial Venerable to launch an overpowering Extreme Fist that squeezed the air, toppling the thousand-foot female Sword Immortal statue in one hit.

"It's finished this time!"

Yan Ruxue, Saint Zou, and Saint Zeng all paled drastically.

The Cang King Tomb's grand formation lay utterly ruined!

"We have to halt them!"

Lu recognized that thanks to the Disciple Apprenticeship Simulator, even should the Corpse Control Old Ghost craft a puppet from the Cang King's corpse, a path to victory would emerge.

"With Cang King's corpse in my grasp, one puppet will rival a billion standard ones."

Facing the crisis, Lu prompted his disciple Xu Jing to attempt the Twenty-First Grade Divine Pill known as the "Spirit Communication Pill."

"Alright!"

Xu Jing retrieved the Spirit Communication Pill.