What Jiang Chen ridiculed, naturally, were the group of ghosts on Qingcheng Mountain.
These ghosts all seemed decent enough, just staring blankly as nearly a hundred evil spirits were slashed by him, yet not one offered to help.
How the word "cowardice" fits them well!
He cursed for a while, but when he saw that no ghost on the mountain argued back, Jiang Chen realized that his provocation was useless. He decided to stop cursing and went on the aggressive instead.
"Slay!"
Grabbing the Taichu Divine Sword, Jiang Chen took a swing in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain. Instantly, a snowy white sword light emerged, tens of thousands of meters long, incredibly sharp, shattering layers of void wherever it passed.
Boom!
The descending sword light not only shattered the darkness enveloping Qingcheng Mountain, but also struck the mountain's dark body, almost tearing it diagonally. Countless amounts of soil and rock broke, splattering in all directions.
