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

The marketplace of the Dark Ghost Sect lay in utter devastation, obliterated by Zou Xiao's Dark Wind Ghost Flag. Countless cultivators numbering in the hundreds of thousands had perished there, leaving the whole site as nothing but rubble and wreckage!

Word of this catastrophe swept across the Blood Sea Realm faster than a gale. Nobody could have anticipated that Zou Xiao's retaliation would strike with such savage intensity. He had boldly assaulted the Dark Ghost Sect—one of the ten mighty sects—and wiped out their marketplace in a single devastating blow. Shockwaves rippled through the entire Blood Sea Realm as a result.

Yet, in the wake of this event, folks grew even more convinced that Zou Xiao possessed the Ghost Wind Bandits' hidden treasures. Even if he didn't hold the Dark Ghost Sect's own riches, the Dark Wind Ghost Flag he wielded was a priceless artifact. This Dark Wind Ghost Flag stood as a supreme treasure, rivaling the strongest Dharma artifacts of any sect. For any cultivator, such an item held immense value. It greatly aided one's cultivation path, offering real advantages. In no time, nearly every cultivator in the Blood Sea Realm sprang into action. They surged toward the Dark Ghost Sect's domain, all eager to hunt down Zou Xiao.

The other top ten sects could no longer afford to stay idle. They dispatched their disciples to sneak into the Dark Ghost Sect's lands. The Dark Ghost Sect found itself powerless against this influx. Far too many intruders and factions had poured in. Outwardly, the sect's members issued warnings or tried to bar entry. But deep down, they were utterly at a loss.

Still, the Dark Ghost Sect reigned as the unchallenged overlord of the area. They swiftly mustered an army and scoured their entire territory. At the same time, they launched a pursuit of Zou Xiao. Soon enough, the loose cultivators picked up on the tracking methods and joined the search. Chaos engulfed the Dark Ghost Sect's domain more intensely with each passing moment.

Zhao Hai soared through the skies of the Blood Sea. Five days had passed since he razed the Dark Ghost Sect's marketplace. For those five days, he had kept flying across the Blood Sea. He had already 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 well that after demolishing the marketplace and revealing the Dark Wind Ghost Flag, escape was impossible. Neither the Dark Ghost Sect, nor the independent cultivators, nor the intruders from rival sects would spare him. The Dark Wind Ghost Flag tempted them beyond measure. They wouldn't pass up this chance for anything.

While speeding ahead, Zhao Hai sensed a crushing force bearing down from overhead. He paused in surprise for a split second. Then, he realized 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 downward pressure was overwhelmingly potent. To shatter the enemy's spell, Zhao Hai unleashed this very move.

A flick of his finger summoned a massive stone sphere right before him, launching skyward like a fired projectile. It hurtled upward with overwhelming might. A thunderous crash echoed next. The stone sphere collided with an unseen barrier, vanishing upon impact. Yet, the weight pressing on Zhao Hai's head eased considerably.

"Yi!" A faint exclamation rang out, trailed by another voice: "Impressive kid, you managed to fend off my Overlord Hammer. You've got real talent!" As the words faded, a silhouette gradually materialized high above Zhao Hai. Soon, additional figures emerged, encircling him from all sides. In truth, Zhao Hai found himself hemmed in by hundreds of foes.

Zhao Hai remained steady, arms folded behind him. He eyed the group with a mocking grin and sneered, "It took you five whole days to track me down. I'm not sure if you're all useless or something, but now that you've arrived, there's no escaping. 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 hovering over Zhao Hai let out a grunt. "Kid, your arrogance knows no bounds. Today, I'll ensure you meet a gruesome end with no grave to mark it." His tone rumbled low, vibrating from his core like distant thunder. This man exuded raw power. Towering over two meters, his frame rippled with iron-hard muscles. Bare-chested in simple pants, he gripped a colossal hammer. Its handle stretched nearly three meters, while the head loomed as large as a ladle—an eight-edged behemoth. He was the very attacker who struck first at Zhao Hai. Shattering the thunderous Rolling Stone with one swing proved his hammer's fearsome potency. His power had ascended to the Refinement Realm. From his rugged look, he didn't seem tied to any sect. Rather, he was a rogue cultivator. Reaching the Refinement Realm as a lone wanderer was no small feat. And staying independent at that level? It spoke volumes of his ferocity and might.

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 groups would recruit. Most would join up then, leaving few true independents behind.

A rogue cultivator hitting the Art Refinement Realm without affiliating meant exceptional talent. It also signaled a wild spirit. They rejected the constraints of grand sects, craving freedom above all.

But this lifestyle brought no steady resources. No sect perks or assignments awaited them. To gather cultivation materials, they resorted to plunder! Robbery and murder became everyday risks. Targets included lone wanderers or sect disciples alike. They seized what they craved by force alone. Without fail, such individuals were brutal killers.

This hammer-wielding giant in the air embodied that rogue archetype. Among the rogues encircling 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 crowd and abruptly chuckled. "Something just clicked for me. I mentioned earlier that I'm the successor to the Ghostwind Bandits, but here's the catch. Going solo as the new Ghostwind Bandit won't cut it. I need a crew. So, I'll offer you all a shot: join me as followers, and we'll wander the realms together. We'll revive the Ghostwind Bandits' legendary splendor. Heed this—it's your sole opportunity. Refuse, and I'll claim your souls to forge ghost soldiers for my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Commanding ghosts without living allies isn't so terrible, is it?"

Zhao Hai's offer left the surrounding rogues momentarily dumbfounded, then sneers twisted their features. The big man scoffed and declared, "Just you? A mere Profound Qi Realm punk, demanding a Dharma-Using Realm master like me bow to you? Have you gone mad? Hahaha!"

Zhao Hai fixed his gaze on the brute and let out a icy laugh. "Keep this in mind—I extended the chance. If you toss it away, that's on you. Now, show me what you've got." With a casual flick, a jet-black longsword materialized in his grasp. It was the very flexible blade he'd claimed before.

Zhao Hai ran his fingers along the edge and murmured gravely, "This blade once belonged to that elder from the Severe Sword Sect who slaughtered the Ghostwind Bandits. It's thirsted in darkness for years, and now, out in the light, it craves a flood of hot blood. Oh, and I nearly forgot—this art I practice isn't limited to finger strikes. It's Shen Ji, full of infinite variations. Today, I'll wield this sword through Shen Ji. Let's test if you lot have the guts to scheme against me."

"Enough blabber, kid. Taste my hammer!" The brute lunged abruptly, swinging his weapon at Zhao Hai while roaring, "Slam of Mount Tai!" He wasn't exaggerating. The hammer's immense size and weight crashed down with the crushing weight of a mountain.

Zhao Hai observed the brute's assault and couldn't suppress a grin. "Fine, this strike of yours earns you a pass on death!" As he spoke, his presence shifted dramatically. Energy surged within him, climbing rapidly. Spell Essence Realm level five, level six, level seven, Spell Refinement Realm level one, level two, up to level six. His mana peaked at Spell Refinement Realm level six, then held. He lifted his sword and intoned deeply, "Divine Secrets, Heaven Piercing Spike!" With that, the blade thrust skyward. The motion mimicked a trap's deadly spring, unleashing boundless force in an unblockable surge.

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