Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8480 8480: Get together (1)

The marketplace of the Dark Ghost Sect lay in utter devastation, obliterated by Zhao Hai's Dark Wind Ghost Flag. Countless cultivators numbering in the hundreds of thousands had perished there, leaving the once-thriving Dark Ghost Sect's market as nothing more than shattered remnants!

Like a whirlwind, this shocking revelation swept across the entire Blood Sea Realm. No soul could have anticipated the sheer ferocity of Zhao Hai's retaliation. He had boldly struck against the Dark Ghost Sect, one of the ten great sects, wiping out their market in a single devastating blow. The whole Blood Sea Realm erupted in chaos and astonishment.

Yet, this event only solidified the belief that Zhao Hai possessed the Ghost Wind Bandits' hidden treasures. Even if he lacked the Dark Ghost Sect's own artifacts, the Dark Wind Ghost Flag he wielded was a priceless gem. This flag rivaled the supreme Dharma artifacts of any sect. For any cultivator, such an item held immense value. It greatly aided one's cultivation path, offering real and profound benefits. In a flash, nearly every cultivator in the Blood Sea Realm sprang into action. They surged toward the Dark Ghost Sect's domain, desperate to hunt down Zhao Hai.

The other top ten sects could no longer remain idle. They dispatched their disciples to slip into the Dark Ghost Sect's lands. The Dark Ghost Sect found itself powerless against this influx. Far too many intruders and factions swarmed the area. Officially, the Dark Ghost Sect's forces issued warnings and tried to bar entry. But deep down, they were utterly at a loss to control the tide.

Still, as the dominant power in their own territory, the Dark Ghost Sect swiftly assembled an army and scoured every corner of their domain. Simultaneously, they launched a pursuit for Zhao Hai. Soon after, the independent cultivators picked up on the tracking methods and joined the search. Chaos engulfed the Dark Ghost Sect's territory more intensely with each passing moment.

Zhao Hai soared through the skies of the Blood Sea. Five days had elapsed since he razed the Dark Ghost Sect's market. For those five days, he had been navigating the Blood Sea's vast expanse. He had spotted the two islands belonging to the Dark Ghost Sect and verified that Yin Wuchang wasn't on the first one. Now, he hurried toward the second island. He understood perfectly that after annihilating their market and revealing the Dark Wind Ghost Flag, no one would spare him—not the Dark Ghost Sect, not the rogue cultivators, nor the intruders from rival sects. The flag's allure was irresistible. They wouldn't pass up this chance for anything.

While pressing onward through the air, Zhao Hai sensed a crushing force bearing down from overhead. He paused in surprise for an instant. Then, realization dawned: someone had pinpointed his location and launched an assault from above. Zhao Hai's face remained calm. With a cold huff, he bellowed, "Divine Secrets Finger, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!" This technique, Rolling Stones Like Thunder, ranked among the most domineering strikes in his Divine Secrets Finger arsenal. The oppressive might descending upon him was formidable indeed. To shatter the enemy's spell, Zhao Hai unleashed this powerful counter.

His finger thrust forward, summoning a massive stone sphere before him that rocketed skyward like a launched projectile. It hurtled upward with overwhelming might. A thunderous explosion followed. The stone ball collided with an invisible barrier, vanishing on impact, yet the weight pressing on Zhao Hai's head eased considerably.

"Yi!" A surprised murmur echoed, then a voice rang out, "Good kid, you actually fended off my Overlord Hammer. You've got real talent!" As the words faded, a silhouette materialized high above Zhao Hai. Gradually, additional figures emerged, encircling him from all sides. Hundreds of foes had trapped Zhao Hai in their midst.

Standing with hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Hai eyed the encircling crowd and sneered, "It took you five days to track me down. I'm not sure if you're all useless or something, but now that you're here, no need to depart. Serve as offerings to my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. The more lives it claims, the stronger it grows. I wonder how soon my Yin Wind Ghost Flag will reclaim its full might."

The figure looming over Zhao Hai let out a grunt, "Kid, your arrogance knows no bounds. Today, I'll ensure you meet a gruesome end." His tone rumbled low, vibrating from his chest like distant thunder. This man exuded raw power. Towering over two meters, his muscles rippled like forged metal. Bare-chested in simple trousers, he gripped a colossal hammer. Its handle stretched nearly three meters, the head vast as a ladle—an eight-edged behemoth. He was the one who had struck at Zhao Hai earlier. Shattering Zhao Hai's thunderous Rolling Stones with one blow highlighted the hammer's terrifying force. This warrior's power had ascended to the refinement realm. His rugged look suggested no sect affiliation; he was a true rogue cultivator. Reaching the refinement realm as a lone wanderer was no small feat. And staying independent at that level? It spoke of his unmatched prowess and merciless nature.

Rogue cultivators often lacked the innate gifts for smooth advancement. Major sects typically overlooked them, forcing a solitary path. Yet, once a typical rogue hit the profound Qi realm, big sects came calling. If the elites passed, smaller sects would recruit. Most such wanderers then pledged to a faction, leaving few to persist as independents.

A rogue cultivator attaining the art refinement realm without joining any group signaled exceptional talent. It also marked them as wild spirits, rejecting the constraints of grand sects for a life of freedom.

But this choice meant no steady resources. Devoid of sect benefits or assigned quests, they survived by force. Plunder and slaughter became routine. Be they lone cultivators or sect disciples, all fell prey to their ambitions. They seized what they craved through sheer brutality. Without fail, such individuals were cold-blooded killers.

This hammer-wielding giant in the air exemplified the rogue cultivator's grit. They had clawed their way up through endless battles. Among those now surrounding Zhao Hai, several had touched the Dharma-refining realm. Murderous auras radiated from them as they fixed their gazes on him. Though silent, their minds mirrored the big man's resolve.

Zhao Hai scanned the group and abruptly grinned, "Something just came to mind. I mentioned being the new Ghostwind Bandit earlier, but there's an issue. To truly lead as the new Ghostwind Bandit, I can't go it alone. I require loyal followers. Here's your shot: join me as subordinates, and we'll wander the realms together. We'll revive the legendary splendor of the Ghostwind Bandits. Heed this—it's your sole opportunity. Refuse, and I'll claim your lives, binding your souls as ghost soldiers in my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Commanding ghosts without true allies isn't the worst fate, is it?"

Zhao Hai's offer left the surrounding rogue cultivators momentarily dumbfounded, then sneers twisted their features. The big man snorted dismissively and barked, "You, little punk? Stuck at profound Qi realm, yet you think to command me, a Dharma-using realm expert? Have you gone mad? Hahahaha!"

Zhao Hai fixed his gaze on the brute and chuckled icily, "Keep this in mind—I offered the chance. Reject it, and don't fault me. Come on, show me what you've got." With a flick of his wrist, a jet-black longsword materialized in his grasp. It was the very flexible blade he had claimed before.

Zhao Hai caressed the edge softly and intoned gravely, "This blade once belonged to that elder from the Severe Sword Sect who slaughtered the Ghostwind Bandits. Sealed away from daylight for years, now freed, it thirsts for rivers of fresh blood. Oh, and I neglected to mention: my mastered art isn't limited to finger strikes. It's Shen Ji, brimming with infinite variations. Today, I'll wield this sword through Shen Ji. Let's gauge the might that emboldens you to scheme against me."

"Enough blabber, brat. Taste my hammer!" The brute lunged abruptly, swinging his weapon at Zhao Hai while roaring, "Slam of Mount Tai!" His claim rang true. The hammer's immense size and weight crashed down with the crushing weight of a mountain.

Observing the brute's assault, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a grin, "Fine, for this strike alone, I'll let you live!" His words barely ended when his aura shifted dramatically. Energy surged within him, escalating wildly. Spell essence realm level five, level six, level seven, then spell refinement realm level one, level two, up to level six. His power peaked at spell refinement realm level six before stabilizing. He lifted his sword and declared deeply, "Divine Secrets, Heaven Piercing Spike!" With that, the blade thrust skyward. The motion resembled a trap's hidden dart, exploding with boundless force from concealment. Nothing could halt its path.

The brute sensed a razor-sharp sword intent erupting upward. His hammer's momentum deflated like a punctured bladder meeting a needle. The energy lanced straight at him. Alarm gripped him. He had never witnessed such a piercing sword art. He had clashed with Severe Sword Sect disciples before—their styles emphasized tricky shifts, not this brutal onslaught. Shock coursed through him. Yet, his hammer mastery ran deep; transitions came swift. The downward blow flipped to an upward block. Meanwhile, the hammer's butt end whipped toward Zhao Hai...