After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 452 The Shock of the Encounter
Seeing this, Rakshasa Saint King and Blood Spring Saint King could no longer contain themselves and hurriedly called out to Li Musheng:

"Your Highness, didn't you say before that you would restore the martial arts cultivation of the three of us? Why have you only restored Ghost Prison's cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng glanced at the two, including Rakshasa Saint King, and said:
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Besides, restoring his cultivation is enough. Once he brings the other two Holy Lords of the Yellow Springs Department here, I will naturally fulfill my promise to you."

After saying that, Li Musheng ignored Rakshasa Saint King and the other two.

Meanwhile, after Ghost Prison Saint Lord fully recovered his martial arts strength, feeling the powerful force he had regained, he hovered in mid-air and looked down at Li Musheng sitting on the back of a camel.

Li Musheng remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about restoring the martial arts cultivation of the Ghost Prison Saint King.

The Ghost Prison Saint King's expression shifted. Although he had recovered his cultivation as the Saint King of the Yellow Springs Department, he was extremely self-aware.

If Li Musheng could suppress the three Holy Monarchs and seal their martial arts cultivation once, then he could seal them a second time.

Therefore, he naturally dared not, and had no intention of, retaliating against Li Musheng at this time.

"Alright, go and find the other two as soon as possible."

At this moment, Li Musheng waved to the Ghost Prison Saint King and then rode his camel along the street.

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Realm Saint Lord, whose body was shrouded in eerie ghostly energy and whose feet trod upon the Ghost Realm, quickly nodded and said:

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely bring the person here!"

He paused, then looked around and said:

"But before that, Your Highness, please allow me to attend to some personal matters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ghost Prison Saint King roared angrily in a deep voice, using his Ghost Howl Sound Technique:

"Whoever sent a message to me just now, get out here now!"

The voice of the Ghost Prison Saint Lord was like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the entire street, causing the surrounding martial arts practitioners to feel their blood boil and their heads buzz.

Clearly, the Ghost Prison Saint Lord had been tormented by many people through telepathy, and now that he had recovered his martial arts cultivation, his first priority was to take revenge on them all.

However, no one around dared to admit it.

Those who had previously sent messages were mostly those who dared to secretly mock the three of them after they lost their martial arts cultivation. Now that Ghost Prison Saint Lord has regained his martial arts strength as the Saint Lord of the Yellow Springs Department, how could he dare to jump around again?

"You won't come out, huh? Then this Holy Ruler will personally drag you out!"

Ghost Prison Saint Lord's face was extremely gloomy. He then raised his hand and grabbed, and a huge ghost hand with rolling black energy appeared out of thin air. It then suddenly grabbed at an inn by the street.

"Hundred Swords of Sorrow, die before this Holy Monarch!"

The chilling voice of the Ghost Prison Saint Lord rang out. The next moment, a sword shadow suddenly rose from the inn, which was being gripped by the ghostly hand, its tip directly touching the massive ghostly hand and stopping it from falling further. At the same time, a slightly mocking male voice came from inside the inn:

"Ghost Prison, don't go looking for trouble. What have I done to offend you?"

"Don't think I don't know it's you. What? You dared to communicate with me telepathically just now, but now you don't have the guts to admit it?"

Ghost Prison Saint King's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Although he could not find all the people who sent the messages, he remembered several familiar people very clearly.

Especially Bai Jianchou, who is famous in the Western Desert martial arts world for his swordsmanship. He and Bai Jianchou were mortal enemies before, and the conflict between them had a long history. Just now, Bai Jianchou was the one who sent the longest and loudest sarcastic message.

At that moment, a figure shrouded in sword light appeared almost instantly, arriving above the roof of the inn. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a sword aura that followed the sword shadow upwards, directly shattering the giant ghost hand above.

"Am I not telling the truth? Didn't you say before that no one in the world could do anything to you? Then why were you lying on the camel like a turtle, not daring to make a sound?"

Suddenly, Bai Jianchou, who had been exposed, burst into laughter. He grasped a dark blue sword shadow in one hand, and his surging sword intent was aimed directly at Ghost Prison Saint Lord. At this moment, he was clearly no longer pretending.

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Prison Saint Lord was already furious. Without saying a word, he launched a thunderous attack, his figure instantly dissipating into countless ghost faces that bombarded Bai Jianchou.

After all, the embarrassing scene the three of them had previously witnessed was indeed humiliating, and Ghost Prison Saint King was unable to refute it for the time being. He could only vent his pent-up anger by fighting with Hundred Swords Sorrow!

Seeing the Ghost Prison Saint Lord charging towards him, Hundred Swords Sorrow showed no sign of retreating. His body shone with intense sword light, and he transformed into a sword shadow that enveloped the heavens and earth as he charged forward.

The moment the two clashed, they exchanged over a hundred blows. In an instant, ghostly shadows flickered across the sky, sword lights flashed, and the true energy of heaven and earth was in chaos, even the clouds above were scattered by the aftershocks!
The martial arts practitioners who had been watching Li Musheng and his group below all looked up at the battle between the two top martial arts masters in the sky. Many of them were stunned by the terrifying scene.

After all, even though Baidi City has gathered martial arts practitioners from all over the Western Desert, true martial arts masters, and even celestial masters, are few and far between.

Many people had never seen a master of the level of Ghost Prison Saint Lord make a move before. Seeing such a scene for the first time, some people with weak strength were so frightened that they fled in panic.

Along the entire street, only Li Musheng, along with the girl Axiu and the assassins from the Hidden Kill Pavilion, continued forward, seemingly completely unconcerned about the earth-shattering battle between the two masters in the sky above.

"Is this the true strength of the Holy Lord of the Underworld? It is far more powerful than I imagined!"

Among the crowd on both sides of the street, someone looked up at the sky and spoke in shock: "As one of the six major powers in the Western Desert, the Yellow Springs Tribe's Holy Ruler's reputation has spread throughout the Western Desert."

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. In the past, people in the Western Desert Jianghu naturally held the Holy Lord of the Yellow Springs Department in great awe, but few had ever seen him truly make a move.

Therefore, many people have no concept of the martial arts strength of the Holy Lord of the Yellow Springs Department. As a result, after hearing that the three Holy Lords of the Yellow Springs Department were defeated by Li Musheng alone, some people in the martial arts world had the misconception that the Holy Lord of the Yellow Springs Department was just a name without substance!
The scene of Ghost Prison Saint Lord fighting against Hundred Swords Sorrow naturally shattered many people's perceptions, making them truly realize just how strong the top martial arts masters in the martial arts world really are.
At this moment, some people gradually came to their senses and turned to look in the direction where Li Musheng and his group had left.

"If even the Holy King of the Yellow Springs Department is this powerful, then how strong must this Eighth Prince of Dali, who can suppress three Holy Kings by himself, be?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim out loud, but no one around him answered his question.

Or perhaps, many people present were curious about this question, but no one could give an answer, nor did anyone dare to explore the answer!

(End of this chapter)