Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

News came from Demon Flame City:

The Demon Flame Warrior is going to challenge the Ghost King to compete for the position of "Four Kings"!

The Ghost King naturally didn't want to fight.

Although he is the Ghost King, his strength is still slightly inferior to that of the Demon Flame General.

If he accepted the challenge, he would lose face and be laughed at by other powerful people in the Undead Plane.

But if they win, there is no guarantee that the Demon Flame General will not become angry and directly attack the Ghost King City.

After much deliberation, the Ghost King decided to use the name of "exchange" to actually "test".

He spread the news that he wanted to compete with the generals under the command of the Demon Flame War General. If he lost, he would agree to lend troops to the Demon Flame City.

As soon as this news came out, there was a lot of discussion in Ghost King City.

"Is the Ghost King afraid of the Demon Flame Warrior?"

In the tavern, a thin man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks spoke in a low voice.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! If the Ghost King hears this, you'll be in big trouble!"

His companion beside him quickly reminded him.

"What are you afraid of? Who in Ghost King City doesn't know what the Ghost King is thinking? On the surface, it's a competition, but in reality, he just wants to find a scapegoat, lose to Demon Flame City, and save his own face!"

The thin man curled his lips in disdain.

"I don't think so. The Ghost King has many powerful generals under his command. He may not lose to the Demon Flame City."

A burly man interrupted.

"Humph, what do you know? I heard that in order to avoid actually defeating the Demon Flame General's men, the Ghost King specially arranged for a new general to fight. That guy has delicate skin and tender flesh, and at first glance he is just an embroidered pillow. How could he possibly win?"

The thin man said with certainty.

Similar discussions spread throughout Ghost King City, and various versions of the story emerged one after another, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

These rumors naturally reached the ears of the Ghost King.

He flew into a rage and severely reprimanded the subordinate who reported the incident:

"A bunch of rubbish! They can't even handle such a small matter! Who is spreading rumors? Investigate! Find out and punish them severely!"

The Ghost King's roar echoed in the palace for a long time.

The Ghost King had a gloomy face, his fists were clenched, and his joints were crackling.

"Devil Flame Warrior, well done. I hope you really have the strength to challenge me. Is it fun to play these little tricks now?"

He growled in a low voice, his tone full of anger and disdain.

He didn't take this challenge seriously at first. Although he was unhappy with the Demon Flame General and didn't want to borrow troops, he had to win now!

"Someone, ask General Bai to come over here."

The Ghost King ordered in a deep voice.

A moment later, Bai Yun pushed the door open and bowed respectfully: "Master Ghost King, you are looking for me?"

The Ghost King took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "This challenge must be won!"

Bai Yun nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"

Looking at Bai Yun's determined expression, the Ghost King felt a little uneasy.

He was really afraid that Bai Yun would really lose this time. If he really lost, those false rumors would become true rumors!

The Ghost King's gaze fell on Bai Yun with a complicated look.

"You are very strong now, but you still need a little more." He said slowly.

"How about this, I have some spiritual essence fluid here, take it and improve your cultivation as quickly as possible."

He paused and continued, "I know you are not from our Undead Plane. I am not interested in where you are from. Just use all your strength and don't hold back.

As long as you help me win, you will definitely get some benefits. Do you understand what I mean?"

The Ghost King's voice suddenly became icy cold: "If you lose, not only will you die, but I will also take action in the small world you are in and destroy all your relatives and friends in that world!"

A hint of anger flashed across Bai Yun's face, but it was quickly covered up.

"Yes, Lord Ghost King."

He accepted the order respectfully and turned to leave.

Returning to his residence, Bai Yun closed the door and sat cross-legged.

He held the spiritual marrow fluid given by the Ghost King in his hand, but did not use it immediately.

"I can finally use my full strength."

Bai Yun showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"This ghost king is really anxious. He actually uses my relatives and friends to threaten me."

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the brightly lit scene of Ghost King City, and a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Bai Yun whispered to himself, "This time, I will let you, the Undead Plane and the Demon Flame Warriors, see my true strength!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter full of confidence and arrogance.

"Ghost King, Demon Flame Warrior, the two of you will fight to the death!"

The next morning, flags were waving and war drums were beating outside the Ghost King City.

General Mo Yan led his elite troops and arrived at the Ghost King City in a mighty manner.

He was wearing black armor and riding a tall black warhorse. Behind him was a team of soldiers also wearing black armor. Each of them was murderous, like evil spirits from hell.

The Demon Flame Warrior's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He glanced at the towering walls of Ghost King City with a sneer on his face.

"Ghost King, here I come!"

His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the Ghost King City.

On the city wall, the Ghost King had been waiting for a long time.

He was wearing a golden dragon robe and a golden crown on his head, looking majestic, like a god descending from heaven.

Behind him stood Bai Yun and other generals, each with a solemn expression, ready for battle.

"Demon Flame Warrior, you dare to provoke me like this! Do you think I'm easy to bully?" The Ghost King's voice was low and powerful.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!" The Demon Flame Warrior waved his hand impatiently.

"Ghost King, fulfill your promise and let the game begin!"

The Ghost King snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Begin!"

The sound of war drums rang out again, shaking the earth.

The city gate slowly opened, and Bai Yun took the lead and rushed out of the city gate.

Behind the Demon Flame War General, a burly general holding a huge axe rode out on his horse. He was none other than the Demon Flame War General's most powerful general, Xiong Ba, known as the "Earth-Splitting Axe".

"Who are you? Tell me your name!" Xiong Ba's voice was as loud as a bell, deafening.

"The one who took your life!"

Bai Yun sneered, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and a cold light flashed.

Xiong Ba laughed loudly: "Arrogant boy, prepare to die!"

He raised the giant axe high and chopped it down suddenly. A sharp axe edge, with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks, chopped towards Baiyun fiercely.

Bai Yun dodged the axe with a flash, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards Xiong Ba's chest like a spirit snake.

Xiong Ba reacted extremely quickly, dodged sideways, swept the giant axe across, and attacked Bai Yun again.

The two men exchanged dozens of moves back and forth in an instant, with swords and sabers flashing and dazzling.

Bai Yun's swordsmanship is light and graceful, unpredictable, like flowing clouds and water, making it hard to guard against.

Xiong Ba's axe skills were powerful and heavy, and each axe carried a force of tremendous force, as if it could split the earth in half.

For a moment, the two of them fought on equal terms.

The more Xiong Ba fought, the more frightened he became. He had not expected that this seemingly weak young man actually possessed such powerful strength.

"It seems that the Ghost King has invested a lot of money this time!" Xiong Ba said in his heart.

He roared, his muscles swelled, his strength increased again, he swung the axe more violently, and his attack became more fierce.

Bai Yun did not dare to be careless. He mobilized all the magic power in his body. The long sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword energy was so powerful that it dissolved Xiong Ba's attacks one by one.

The battle became more and more intense, and both of them tried their best to defeat the other as soon as possible.