What constitutes a literal ghost sighting? It would be someone who was supposed to be dead suddenly appearing before people alive and kicking; that could perhaps be called a ghost sighting. A true ghost sighting, however, is when a person who has definitively died reappears before everyone, barely retaining any human semblance, resembling a fiend—that is a genuine ghost sighting.

The members of the Tianmen were covered in goosebumps, watching Lan Caihe stand tall, his massive frame erect, arms thrown wide, roaring toward the heavens with a sound utterly inhuman. Lan Caihe’s death was absolute; he was a martial artist whose demise, despite the best efforts of many Tianmen masters and top-tier physicians, was confirmed. This fact was not just known among the inhabitants of Earth but was also common knowledge among martial artists on other planets.

The fall of a powerful martial artist inevitably sends tremors through the entire Martial Artist Sphere. It was the same when Pei Chengjun and Ji Zhenhaotian perished on Mount Halla; it caused a slight ripple across the martial artist charts of various planets, informing them that a new generation of martial artists was beginning to rise. “Lan Caihe!

It’s Lord Lan Caihe! Heavens, am I seeing things?” “Am I hallucinating too? Good grief!

So many unbelievable things have happened today! If this is a nightmare, wake me up quickly.” “That’s right! It’s Lord Lan Caihe!

I once got close enough to him to interact! He once kicked me away viciously because I blocked his path, knocking out both of my front teeth.” In Pandora’s Box, Lan Caihe’s musculature was different from before; now it appeared harder, yet lacking a spark of life, possessing a slight stiffness of the dead. His ten fingers were fully twice as long as they had been previously; one could hardly call them hands, but rather the claws of some mutated creature.

His stature, once one meter eighty, now reached two meters ten, giving him a sensation of being both slender and tall, yet incredibly powerful. A pair of eyes spewed a ferocious, demonic crimson light. His two canine teeth now resembled long fangs, and his once fair skin had turned deep brown.

Veins as thick as little fingers were coiled beneath his skin like iron chains. Only the contours of his face hinted that this was the former Eight Immortals' Lan Caihe. After three successive roars aimed at the sky, Lan Caihe seemed to vent the frustration born of his confinement.

The Tianmen martial artists standing nearby turned pale as paper, their lips bloodless and oozing a faint, acrid stain as they collapsed onto the ground, unable to rise. This was not a sonic attack like the Kuzi Roar or the Buddha Heart Chant; it was a simple roar of release. Even the fourteen-star martial artist standing beside Lü Dongbin’s face contorted into an ugly mask as he cautiously watched the monster before them.

Lü Dongbin watched the frenzied Lan Caihe and let out a sigh. Having died that day when his heart was exploded, perhaps performing the final emergency surgery had been a mistake. Was this creature still the Lan Caihe he knew?

Or was he still the intimate comrade from that day? After three roars, Lan Caihe slowly lowered his proud head. A dozen blue veins pulsed on his forehead, crisscrossing like a hideous spiderweb.

The ferocious red light first settled upon Lü Dongbin. Lü Dongbin’s skin prickled with dread, his heart filled with caution as he stared at Lan Caihe, mindful of the data suggesting he might attack indiscriminately without recognizing friend or foe. The savage glare in the red eyes gradually softened.

Lü Dongbin felt a strange sensation; the information claimed this monster killed anyone it saw, regardless of allegiance, yet its eyes held little true ferocity, containing more curiosity, confusion, and even a hint of sorrow, as if his own hostility caused it pain. “Lan Caihe was brain-dead. This is merely a special monster created using bizarre bio-technology that leveraged his residual abilities before they fully dissipated,” Lü Dongbin ceaselessly cautioned himself, maintaining a necessary vigilance.

Woooooh— Lan Caihe emitted a low growl, indecipherable yet imbued with sadness. His crimson eyes swept past Lü Dongbin, landing upon He Xiangu. There was no killing intent, no aggression.

Lü Dongbin could almost read a trace of gentle affection in those eyes, the very look Lan Caihe used to reserve only for He Xiangu. “What... what is this?” Lü Dongbin stared blankly at Lan Caihe, only to realize Lan Caihe had already exchanged glances with Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li using those strange eyes.

Confusion flickered in his crimson gaze. Following the wary direction of their stares, he immediately spotted Qin Fen. In an instant!

The gentle look vanished. A furious, savage, crimson light erupted from the eyes that might no longer be called eyes. Qin Fen slowly took a step, the rotten leaves crunching underfoot.

He tilted his head back to observe Lan Caihe and muttered with a slight frown, “It seems to possess self-awareness, and yet perhaps it doesn't. It looks like it can distinguish friend from foe, not immediately attacking every person it sees. According to the data Lin Liqiang provided, its intelligence should be comparable to that of a guard dog.

It’s far less aware than Hades, but significantly smarter than a common Insect Martial Artist…” Lan Caihe watched Qin Fen approach, stepping into the territory of his instinctive awareness—which was, in fact, his attack range. He reared back and let out a deafening roar. With a powerful thrust from his two long, strong legs against the ground, the metal structure of Pandora’s Box instantly crumpled into scrap metal, sinking deep into the rotten foliage and the blackish-yellow soil.

The violent recoil force carved a messy vortex into the ground beneath him. Lan Caihe suddenly attacked instinctively. His two overly long arms spread out left and right, reminiscent of the legendary Roc, their long, sharp claws slicing up and down, eliciting ghostly shrieks.

They stirred up layers of sharp wind and black shadows, the entire ground seeming to be completely obscured by these two colossal arms. Lü Dongbin felt a suffocating pressure in his chest. Eighteen stars!

The former seventeen-star Lan Caihe, transformed into a monster via rushed surgery after being shot, now possessed the strength of an eighteen-star master. Merely his first move demonstrated extraordinary power. Even a master like Chen Ni would have to retreat temporarily to avoid his madness!

Yes, his madness, not his sharpness! Having nearly lost all rationality, abandoning any fear of death or pain, attacking purely based on near-bestial instinct, what he unleashed was not an invincible aura, but the madness of a lunatic! It is the same principle: a street thug might dare to bully a law-abiding citizen taller than himself but would avoid provoking a smaller, weaker madman.

In this world, madmen are always more terrifying than normal people! Lan Caihe attacked instinctively, far fiercer than when he was lucid. His massive palms projected a sense of eclipsing the heavens.

In just an instant, Lan Caihe unleashed his full power. The body of an Insect Martial Artist seemed to require no duration for gathering Gang Qi and ascending, unlike normal martial artists. The moment he struck was his strongest power.

To experts like these, the distance between them was negligible. His feet struck the ground once, and his body whistled through the air, slamming down violently before Qin Fen. His arms, spread wide like wings, converged in a sudden flurry of claws, raining down upon Qin Fen like a torrential downpour.

The ultimate technique, Condensing Blood Divine Claw, specifically the Sealed Hand form! As Lan Caihe reached Qin Fen, the usually blood-red Condensing Blood Divine Claw was exceptionally dark. A piercing, buzzing sound, like a thousand suonas blowing simultaneously, erupted across the entire battlefield.

Lü Dongbin didn’t need to look elsewhere. With a clang, two long swords flew from behind his back, unsheathed. They carved two seven-colored rainbows in the sky, intertwining and rolling, seemingly poised to shatter and tear space itself.

He followed Lan Caihe’s lunge toward Qin Fen. New Martial Art: Magnetic Flying Swords! While they were both Magnetic Flying Swords, Lü Dongbin’s pair, backed by his sheer power, could almost be called the foremost flying swords of this era.

Any starship before them would be as fragile as an insect; wherever the swords traveled, victory was certain. Tianmen, with only Lü Dongbin alone, was enough to make every starship in the Federation deeply wary. If Chen Ni couldn't defeat Qin Fen in his powered armor, Lan Caihe certainly couldn’t defeat Qin Fen after he shed his Jungle Ranger suit!

Even if he was eighteen stars! Even if he possessed the mad desire to fight, unafraid of death or injury, Lü Dongbin knew Lan Caihe was absolutely no match for Qin Fen! It was the instinct cultivated by a martial artist fighting constantly on the line between life and death.

He Xiangu was already stepping forward using the Lotus Stride. Han Zhongli’s plump body moved with surprising speed, launching forward like a bouncing ball. His tungsten-steel great fan spun continuously in his hand, forming a massive blender.

His other arm’s thick muscle suddenly solidified, becoming so robust that its girth surpassed Qin Fen’s thigh, making the strong Qin Fen appear slender by comparison. Tieguai Li’s body was high on one side and low on the other, his gait appearing lame, yet his speed was the fastest among the four. From a distance, this limping step made it seem as though he were instantly traversing mountain ranges, adapting his posture to the varied terrain.

Five masters: four powerful seventeen-star martial artists, plus one Insect Martial Artist whose sanity was completely gone but whose power was overwhelming. Claw strikes, staff strength, flying swords, fist energy, pressure from the arm! Around Qin Fen’s body, whether above, below, left, or right, he was completely engulfed in a dense, frenzied barrage of attacks.

The air pressure above the battlefield was literally suppressed by the force of their martial arts, causing this small space to instantly alter its gravity! The rotten leaves, as if pressed down by a single massive iron plate, collectively sank half a foot within a fifteen-meter radius of Qin Fen, squeezing dark, sticky sap from their decaying forms.

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