Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8480 8480: Get together (1)

The market of the Dark Ghost Sect lay in ruins, obliterated by Zou Xiao's Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Countless cultivators—hundreds of thousands in number—had perished there, leaving the once-bustling site as nothing more than wreckage.

Like a swift gale, this shocking news swept across the entire Blood Sea Realm. No one could have anticipated the sheer ferocity of Zou Xiao's retaliation. He had boldly struck at the Dark Ghost Sect, one of the ten great sects, and wiped out their market with a single devastating blow. The revelation ignited a storm of astonishment throughout the Blood Sea Realm.

Yet, in the wake of this event, the conviction grew stronger that Zou Xiao possessed the treasures of the Ghost Wind Bandits. Even if he lacked the Dark Ghost Sect's own artifacts, the Yin Wind Ghost Flag he wielded was an unparalleled treasure. Comparable to the supreme Dharma artifacts of any sect, this flag held immense value for every cultivator. It offered tremendous aid to one's cultivation path, proving exceptionally useful. In a flash, nearly every cultivator in the Blood Sea Realm sprang into action. They surged toward the Dark Ghost Sect's domain, all eager to hunt down Zou Xiao.

The other top ten sects could no longer remain idle. They dispatched their disciples to slip into the Dark Ghost Sect's territory. The Dark Ghost Sect found itself powerless against this influx. The sheer volume of intruders and factions overwhelmed them. Outwardly, the sect's members issued warnings and attempted blockades. In truth, they were utterly unable to control the chaos.

Still, as the dominant force in their own lands, the Dark Ghost Sect swiftly mobilized an army and scoured their entire territory. Simultaneously, they launched a pursuit of Zou Xiao. Soon after, loose cultivators picked up on the tracking methods and joined the search for him. The whole domain of the Dark Ghost Sect descended deeper into turmoil.

Soaring through the Blood Sea, Zhao Hai pressed on. Five days had passed since he razed the Dark Ghost Sect's market. For those five days, he had navigated the skies of the Blood Sea. He had already spotted the two islands belonging to the Dark Ghost Sect and verified that Yin Wuchang was absent from the first one. Now, he hurried toward the second island. He understood perfectly that after demolishing the market and revealing the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, escape was impossible. Neither the Dark Ghost Sect, nor the independent cultivators, nor the forces from rival sects would spare him. The flag's allure was too great—they wouldn't pass up such a chance.

While speeding ahead, Zhao Hai sensed a crushing force bearing down from overhead. He paused in surprise for an instant. Then, realization struck: someone had pinpointed his location and launched an assault from above. Zhao Hai's face remained impassive. With a cold huff, he bellowed, "Divine Secrets Finger, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!" Among the Divine Secrets Finger's arsenal, Rolling Stones Like Thunder stood out as one of the most domineering techniques. The oppressive power raining from the sky was formidable indeed. To shatter the enemy's spell, Zhao Hai unleashed this very move.

A flick of his finger summoned a massive stone sphere before him, hurling it skyward like a fired cannon. Laden with overwhelming might, it rocketed upward. A thunderous explosion followed. The sphere collided with an unseen barrier and vanished, easing the weight pressing on Zhao Hai's head.

"Yi!" A surprised murmur echoed, then a voice rang out, "Good boy, blocking my Overlord Hammer— you've got real skill!" As the words faded, a silhouette materialized above Zhao Hai. Gradually, more figures emerged, encircling him. Hundreds of foes now hemmed Zhao Hai in completely.

Standing tall with hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Hai eyed the crowd and sneered, "It took you five days to track me down. I can't tell if you're all useless or what, but now that you're here, no need to depart. Serve as offerings to my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. The more lives it claims, the stronger it grows. I'm curious just when my Yin Wind Ghost Flag will reclaim its full might."

The figure hovering over Zhao Hai let out a grunt, "Brat, your arrogance knows no bounds. Today, I'll ensure you meet a gruesome end." His tone rumbled low, resonating from deep within his chest like distant thunder. This man exuded raw power. Towering over two meters, his muscles rippled like forged metal. Bare-chested in simple trousers, he gripped a colossal hammer. Its handle stretched nearly three meters, the head vast as a ladle—an eight-edged behemoth. He was the one who had struck at Zhao Hai. Shattering the thunderous Rolling Stones with one blow highlighted his hammer's terrifying force. This warrior had attained the Refinement Realm. His rogue appearance suggested no sect affiliation—he was a lone cultivator. Reaching the Refinement Realm as a rogue was no small feat. Staying independent at that level was even rarer, marking him as both mighty and merciless.

Rogue cultivators often lacked the innate talent for formal paths. Major sects typically overlooked them, forcing a solitary existence. Yet, once a typical rogue hit the Profound Qi Realm, big sects would come calling. If the elites passed, lesser sects would recruit. Most rogues joined up then—few persisted alone.

A rogue reaching the Art Refinement Realm without sect ties signaled exceptional ability. It also hinted at a wild spirit, rejecting the constraints of large sects for a free-roaming life.

This choice, however, meant no steady resources. Devoid of sect benefits or assigned tasks, they turned to plunder for cultivation aids! Robbery and murder became routine. Be they lone wanderers or sect disciples, all fell prey to their ambitions. They seized what they craved through sheer force. Without fail, such individuals were cold-blooded killers.

These lone wolves were no pushovers. Forged in endless battles, their power surged fiercely. They might lack the diverse techniques of sect prodigies, but in raw lethality, sect elites paled in comparison.

The towering hammer-wielder aloft was precisely such a rogue. Among the rogues encircling Zhao Hai, several had touched the Dharma-Refining Realm. Murderous intent gleamed in their eyes as they fixed on him. Though silent, their minds mirrored the big man's resolve.

Gazing upon them, Zhao Hai grinned abruptly, "Something just clicked for me. I mentioned being the new Ghostwind Bandit earlier, but here's the catch. Going solo as the new Ghostwind Bandit won't cut it. I require followers. I'll offer you a shot: join me as subordinates, and we'll wander the realms together. We'll revive the Ghostwind Bandits' legendary splendor. Heed this—it's your sole opportunity. Refuse, and I'll claim your lives, binding you as ghost soldiers in my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Commanding ghosts without true allies isn't the worst, is it?"

Zhao Hai's declaration left the surrounding rogues momentarily dazed, then sneers twisted their faces. The big man snorted derisively and barked, "Little brat, just you? Stuck at the Profound Qi Realm, yet you presume to command me, a Dharma-Using Realm expert? Have you gone mad? Hahahaha!"

Zhao Hai fixed the burly man with a icy laugh, "Keep this in mind—I extended the chance. Reject it, and don't fault me. Come on, show me your power." With a casual sweep of his arm, a jet-black longsword materialized in his grasp. It was the flexible blade he'd acquired before.

Zhao Hai ran his fingers along the edge and intoned gravely, "This blade once belonged to that elder from the Severe Sword Sect who slaughtered the Ghostwind Bandits. Sealed away from daylight for years, it now emerges to quench its thirst in fresh blood. Oh, and I neglected to mention—my mastered art isn't limited to finger strikes. It's the Shen Ji technique, brimming with infinite variations. Today, I'll wield this sword through Shen Ji. Let's gauge the might that emboldens you to scheme against me."

"Brat, enough blabber. Taste my hammer!" The burly man lunged abruptly, swinging his weapon at Zhao Hai while roaring, "Slam of Mount Tai!" His claim rang true—the hammer's immense size and weight crashed down with the crushing weight of a mountain.

Observing the burly man's assault, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a smirk, "Fine, this strike of yours earns you a pass on death!" His words barely ended when Zhao Hai's presence shifted dramatically. His internal energy surged through stages. Spell Essence Realm level five, level six, level seven, then Spell Refinement Realm level one, level two, up to level six. His mana peaked at Spell Refinement Realm level six before stabilizing. He lifted his sword and declared deeply, "Divine Secrets, Heaven Piercing Spike!" With that, the blade thrust skyward. The motion mimicked a trap's hidden dart, surging with boundless force, erupting unyieldingly from concealment.

A razor-sharp sword intent lanced upward, the burly man felt it. His hammer's momentum deflated like a punctured bladder under a needle's prick. The energy speared directly at him. Shock gripped him—this piercing sword style was utterly foreign. He'd clashed with Severe Sword Sect disciples before; their styles emphasized tricky shifts, not such brutal onslaughts. Alarm flared, but his hammer mastery proved solid. He adapted swiftly, flipping from overhead smash to upward block. The hammer's butt end whipped toward Zhao Hai...