Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 58 The Female Ghost Who Wanted to Die

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Female Ghost Who Wanted to Die

The enemy's strength, on the contrary, spurred Zhuo Yang's focus, allowing him to break through his realm in an instant and reach the peak of the Heartbeat Stage. His true essence surged through his meridians like a great river, with tributaries constantly flowing in, making the river even more turbulent.

The moment I opened my eyes, lightning and fire suddenly appeared.

Fu Yayue was secretly pleased with herself and was about to strangle Zhuo Yang when she suddenly saw him open his eyes. For a moment, it was as if golden light stung her eyes.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" she roared, utterly astonished.

"Because I still have a lot to do and I don't want to die!" Zhuo Yang said calmly, a flash of lightning on his arm, and several huge sparks exploded, almost illuminating the entire courtyard.

The pair of gray, ghostly hands quickly retracted into Fu Yayue's body after being struck by lightning.

"Impossible! My vengeful spirit cannot be harmed by any magic!" Fu Yayue screamed in disbelief. The vengeful spirit was injured, and she was also affected, her hands turning charred black.

"It's just because my true essence strength isn't strong enough!" Zhuo Yang touched his neck; it hurt a lot. If he had broken through a few seconds later, he would have been strangled to death.

"Now, it's my turn!"

A cold smile appeared on Zhuo Yang's lips. He tightened his waist, twisted his body, and threw a punch.

The fist, enveloped in lightning and fire, whistled as it struck Fu Yayue's gaunt face with a loud thud.

A black figure flew out, crashed into the wall, bounced back, and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yang shook his hand: "Again!"

Fu Yayue got up, twisted her neck, and found that apart from a patch of charred sores on her face, there were no other injuries. Her resilience was far stronger than she had imagined.

Zhuo Yang didn't even bother to pick up his sword. He leaped forward and, relying solely on his fists, jumped in front of Fu Yayue and began to punch her wildly.

Like hitting a sandbag, he used a variety of moves, all executed with style and finesse.

"boom!"

With another muffled thud, Zhuo Yang grabbed Fu Yayue's head and delivered a knee strike to her face, sending her flying into the air. Zhuo Yang then jumped up and delivered a whip kick that sent her crashing to the ground.

If it were any other cultivator, they would have been dead long ago after being beaten like that.

"Hey Hey……"

The shrill laughter rang out again, causing Zhuo Yang to furrow his brow.

Can't be beaten to death!

They are even more difficult to deal with than the mummies in the desert maze.

"Out of ideas, huh?" Fu Yayue propped herself up and stood up straight without using her hands. "Do you need my help?"

With a long leg extended and a flick of the toe, the dragon-patterned sword returned to his hand. Zhuo Yang said in a deep voice, "Since you're a masochist, I'll satisfy your fetish!"

With a flick of the longsword, the roar of a dragon echoed for a long time.

"It's time for this old woman to stretch!" Fu Yayue shouted sharply, then her figure flashed and disappeared into thin air.

She was moving so fast that the naked eye couldn't even catch it.

Zhuo Yang used his demonic eyes to observe, but could only see a gray shadow flashing rapidly in the air.

The most powerful enemy since the awakening of my memories is Fu Yayue! It's not that her cultivation level is so high, but that there is basically no way to kill her.

The whistling wind echoed in Zhuo Yang's ears. He knew that the other party was moving quickly, trying to confuse him and launch a sudden attack when he was slightly distracted.

If you don't need your eyes, then don't use them!

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes, and the Demon Lord's primordial spirit was released, with a beast-like intuition replacing his five senses.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: there were other people in the courtyard!

At this moment, Fu Yayue suddenly appeared to Zhuo Yang's left, a sinister smile appearing on her terrifying face. She swung her hand and grabbed, aiming straight for Zhuo Yang's neck. Her black fingernails gleamed with a metallic sheen in the moonlight.

"Master, be careful!"

Dongfang Ke'er rushed out from behind a broken tree, yelling as she rammed into Fu Yayue with her body.

With a backhand grab, Dongfang Ke'er flew out.

Without hesitation, Fu Yayue grabbed again, this time at Zhuo Yang's neck.

In that instant, Zhuo Yang turned his head and his eyes snapped open.

A single glance from him was like the gaze of a prehistoric beast, carrying endless murderous intent, enough to terrify anyone.

Fu Yayue was stunned for a moment, then her arm was grabbed instantly.

"You dare hit my disciple, you deserve to die!"

Zhuo Yang tightened his grip and stared intently at her.

With a crisp crack, Fu Yayue's arm was crushed by his hand.

"Ah... Let go!" Fu Yayue screamed, raising her left hand to grab Zhuo Yang's arm.

"Heaven-Shattering Thunder!"

Zhuo Yang punched Fu Yayue's left hand, and immediately ten thousand bolts of lightning descended from the sky.

Fu Yayue was struck by countless bolts of lightning, her long hair instantly ignited, and even her desiccated body was set ablaze by the endless lightning and fire.

Her body was burned to ashes, but a grayish-white figure emerged. It was a woman, very beautiful, with a somewhat lonely expression. Only a few strands of her long hair remained, hanging down to her shoulders.

Zhuo Yang waved away the ashes that had fallen on his arm and said in a deep voice, "You're still not reconciled?"

"Thank you!" The female ghost shook her head and bowed gracefully.

Zhuo Yang frowned and asked, "Do you want to die?"

"Yes, thank you for your help," the female ghost said softly, seemingly without any difficulty.

Zhuo Yang nodded indifferently, lightning appearing in his palm, but he hesitated to strike.

"Why?" the female ghost asked.

“If I kill you now, your soul will be scattered and you won’t even have a chance to be reincarnated,” Zhuo Yang sighed.

The female ghost was trapped inside Fu Yayue's body for decades, suffering torment and harboring deep resentment, making it impossible for her to reincarnate.

"I know, but I don't want to live anymore." The female ghost looked at Zhuo Yang expressionlessly, as if she were pleading.

Zhuo Yang shook his head again: "You no longer have the chance to be reincarnated. Once you die, you have nothing left."

"It doesn't matter, I'm just looking at this world again, even if it's just for a moment!" The female ghost gave a desolate smile, beautiful as it was, but filled with despair.

Zhuo Yang laughed instead: "The more you want to die, the more determined I am to prevent you from dying!"

He turned and left, finding the unconscious Dongfang Ke'er a dozen meters away. She was seriously injured, with her internal organs displaced, and needed to rest.

After feeding her a Rejuvenation Pill, Zhuo Yang picked her up and carried her into the villa.

The female ghost followed, floating gracefully without touching the ground, suspended in mid-air—a truly terrifying sight. She murmured, "Someone like me only finds peace in death. Why won't you let me die?"

"I always act as I please, doing whatever I want. If I say I don't want to kill you, I will never do it!" Zhuo Yang raised his head and stepped forward, placing Dongfang Ke'er on the sofa. Then he went around the yard treating everyone.

Dongfang Jiye, the old butler, and the other bodyguards were only attacked by ghostly energy, which was not fatal. After being rescued by Zhuo Yang, they immediately took action, restored the power to the manor, and cleaned the backyard.

Fu Yayue was burned to ashes by Zhuo Yang's lightning and fire, leaving nothing behind, which disappointed Zhuo Yang slightly.

"Are you looking for the 'Soul Binding and Body Tempering' manual?" The female ghost came through the wall and stood behind Zhuo Yang, speaking softly.

Zhuo Yang's lips twitched: "Please don't suddenly appear, it's scary!"

"Hmm." The female ghost responded calmly, "Soul binding and body tempering are with me."

She reached out and handed over a yellowed piece of paper, the material of which looked like paper money burned for the dead.

Zhuo Yang stared at her in astonishment, then suddenly realized: "I used lightning magic to burn Fu Yayue to death, burning everything on her body as well. It's like burning it all to you, right?"

The female ghost nodded: "I know Fu Yayue has a safe in the bank with good stuff inside. If you kill me, I'll tell you the safe's number, password, and the location of the key."