A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5887

“The Evil Path Hall!”

Elder Yan Xin’s expression changed drastically. “How did you know our whereabouts?!”

“Hahaha, old man Yan Xin, you should ask Yama about that!”

At the highest point of the cliff, a blood-red figure slowly emerged.

It was Elder Blood Soul of the Evil Path Hall!

He was shrouded in blood-red mist, his scarlet eyes like two ghostly lamps, staring intently at David in the convoy.

“You are David?”

Elder Blood Soul licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed. “Golden Dragon Bloodline… truly a treasure bestowed by heaven. Today, this elder is determined to have it!”

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand: “Kill! Leave no one alive! David must be alive!”

“Kill—!”

Thousands of Evil Path Hall cultivators roared in unison, their voices like the wails of ten thousand ghosts, shaking the mountain stream.

They plunged down the cliffs on both sides like a tidal wave, while the vengeful spirits and ghosts within the formation howled and lunged at the convoy!

“Form a defensive formation!”

Elder Yan Xin, though severely injured, remained calm in the face of danger, forcefully summoning his immortal power and slamming his cane heavily on the ground: “Earth Fire Profound Gang Formation!”

The dozen or so surviving Earth Fire Pavilion disciples quickly formed a formation, and a crimson light shield rose again, protecting the three carriages within.

However, this time the light shield was noticeably dimmer—having experienced the continuous attacks of the Flame Dragon and the elder’s severe injury, the Earth Fire Pavilion disciples had exhausted their immortal power and were in extremely poor condition.

David, the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord, and the few remaining guards protected the outer perimeter of the formation, facing the first wave of attack from the Evil Path Hall.

“Heh heh, ants dare to block the way?”

the first to arrive, one wielding a bone staff, one holding a blood blade, and one controlling a ghost

staff, thousands of

blade slashed, tearing through

and dozens of fierce ghosts lunged forward,

eyes turned cold, and the Dragon-Slaying

“Clang—!”

and a hazy, chaotic sword

and chaos

sword aura swept across, shattering

ghosts wherever it passed! Three deacons of the Evil Path Hall screamed and staggered back, the one wielding the bone staff being grazed on the shoulder by the

“A fine sword!”

eyes lit up, “This sword must also belong to

made his

distance, a blood-red hand materializing out of thin air, carrying overwhelming bloodthirsty aura,

of the eighth rank of the

his Dragon-Slaying Sword. The gray sword energy collided with the blood-red

“Boom—!”

terrifying energy shockwave erupted, sending several Evil Path Hall cultivators flying backward,

seven steps, a sweet taste

throat, forcing him to swallow back the blood that surged

steps, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: “Good lad, you can still withstand an attack from this elder while injured? It seems the defeat of

“However, this ends here!”

Blood Sea, Ten Thousand Ghosts Pay

his body enveloped in a raging blood mist, transforming into a crimson ocean that dyed half the

faces emerged, emitting piercing shrieks, sweeping towards

was Elder Blood Soul’s signature technique—Blood

but the

took a deep breath, knowing he could no longer

hand, forming a sword shape, to his brow and uttered

“Roar—!”

this time it didn’t come from David’s body,

seemingly coming to life. A phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon rose from the sword, much smaller than the previous phantom David had unleashed,