Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2707 - 999

"It’s that guy!"

Yan Qianji instantly identified the caster the moment Qingyang’s Great Handprint manifested.

He was the haunting terror that had tormented him for a full decade!

From his frantic cry, the others quickly grasped that this arrival could be the mighty expert who had gravely injured Yan Qianji ten years prior. Yet, with the handprint's crushing might bearing down, no one had leisure to ponder deeply.

Every fighter unleashed their ultimate techniques, whether to erode it, strike back, or hold firm in defense.

Suddenly, thunderous blasts echoed relentlessly at the base of Yanfu Mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seven blasts detonated all at once.

The fearsome shockwaves even overturned the prostrate Xuan Turtle.

Without the Xuanhuang Seal's protection, Bai Meiling would likely have been shattered into pieces.

Violent quakes rattled the sky and ground, surging all the way up the peak.

Those atop the mountain appeared to sense the uproar as well; their eyes, flickering with eerie green ghost flames, turned toward the base, though the persistent formation barred a clear view.

Though they remained blind to it, the combatants below witnessed everything with stark clarity.

Wisps of ghost qi twisted amid the raging gales, steadily reassembling into their former forms.

Yet now, these forms appeared far more sparse than earlier.

Yan Qianji himself, after Wang Yuan's earlier heavy blow, found himself unable to reform his ghost body.

All seven pairs of eyes turned skyward in unison.

A youth clad in opulent Feather Robe, bearing a striking visage, gazed down upon them with icy detachment.

His eyes held fathomless depths, drawing onlookers in despite themselves.

That piercing stare seemed to bore through the Nine You themselves, daunting any direct confrontation.

His overwhelming presence caused even the yellow-robed man at his side to fade from notice.

Cries of shock burst from the Ghost Emperors' lips.

"Who is he?"

"How could the Nether Abyss harbor someone so formidable?"

"With a single strike, he shattered my hard-won protective dharma treasure."

Dread filled their astonished voices.

None of the Seven Great Ghost Emperors had withstood that initial assault directly.

This proved the Feather Robe man's power surpassed not merely one, but the entire group!

Right then!

The aloof figure parted his lips slowly.

"Trying to escape?"

His hand extended, seizing the empty air like grasping prey.

From nothingness, a spectral shape tumbled forth, staggering helplessly as encircling ghost fog failed to liberate it from the crushing grip.

Pitiful wails escaped him: "Spare me! Spare me!"

None other than Yan Qianji!

The Ghost Emperors never imagined his failure to reform as anything but pretense.

Truthfully, he had slyly retreated long ago, plotting his getaway.

Such wariness truly befitted the old tortoise lineage of Yan Qianji.

Yet what chilled them most was how the Feather Robe man had detected and dragged him back unnoticed by all.

What immense divine soul prowess did that demand?

In the instant that followed.

The Feather Robe man barely stirred his mouth before issuing a soft command.

"Too late!"

His right fist tightened abruptly.

Yan Qianji's howls cut off sharply, reduced to a fleeting azure vapor that scattered across Yanfu Mountain.

Vast quantities of ghost qi, bereft of a divine soul to bind them, roiled chaotically everywhere.

Witnessing this spectacle akin to King Yan's descent, the surviving six Ghost Emperors succumbed to utter panic.

Ghost Cultivators forsake flesh for Yin Souls, crafting forms from abundant ghost qi.

Despite flaws like sluggish progress, vulnerability to Ultimate Yang and Firm Power, and feeble offensive might, they boast perks beyond typical Immortal Cultivators.

Namely, robust resistance to certain physical assaults—be it magic tools, spells, punches, or kicks.

Bodies of ghost qi, when dispersed, swiftly reconvene after all.

Against this foe, however, such strengths rang hollow.

His qi exuded majesty, righteousness, supreme rigidity, and blazing yang essence!

His arts bore faint cyan fires that, upon touching soul forms, erupted with potent life force, swiftly devouring the dead qi, ghost qi, and Yin essence they depended on.

"This man is powerful, unbeatable!"

The notion struck all six Great Ghost Emperors at once.

The instant after!

One lunged into action, conjuring a snarling black Flood Dragon to rush at Luo Chen.

Another bolted decisively away.

A third dissolved into fog, concealing their true form beyond grasp.

Scattering like birds and beasts!

The Feather Robe man issued a cold snort, lifted his hands, and let out a soft shout.

"Go!"

A majestic Fire Phoenix burst into the skies, snuffing out the charging black Flood Dragon, reducing the trailing Ghost Emperor to ashes, and then, without slowing down, it barreled toward the surviving foes.

Within mere breaths, nonstop screams reverberated from the base of Yanfu Mountain.

At last, the greatly diminished Fire Phoenix gave chase up the slope.

Luo Chen paid no heed to the ultimate outcome, his eyes glancing at a distant silhouette that had reconstituted its soul form and fled in haste, his face subtly clouding over.

"These ghost cultivators are really tough to eliminate!"

At his side, Deng Taiyue in his yellow Daoist Robe parted his lips, yet found no words to say.

One strike to cripple the Seven Great Ghost Emperors!

One strike to wipe out five ghosts, leaving just one to flee Yanfu Mountain while another ascended the peak, its end uncertain.

Securing such overwhelming victories, yet you call them hard to kill?

What else could you demand!

Finally, he forced out just five words.

"Friend, you’re too modest!"

With that, Deng Taiyue flicked his hand, causing the Xuanhuang Seal shrouding Bai Meiling to contract swiftly, whirl back into his grasp, and vanish in an instant.