"Good, good." White Bone Young Lord, his face slightly ashen from being angered by Lei Dong's gaze and tone, revealed a distinct shade of jealousy in his eyes. He glanced at Lei Dong, then flickered his eyes towards Tantai Bingyun. Only then did he notice how similar their attires were. One clad in crystal-white armor with a pair of massive wings, and the other in black armor accompanied by a pair of exaggerated membranous wings. He managed to squeeze out the words from between his teeth: "So, you came specifically to save Bingyun."

"Indeed. Bingyun and I have known each other since childhood; we pledged vows long ago, destined for three lifetimes," Lei Dong declared with a proud yet disdainful look, sneering, "White Bone Young Lord, stop being so self-indulgent." Partly, he intended to provoke White Bone Young Lord, and partly, he was taking the opportunity to tease Tantai Bingyun, venting some of his own frustration, since there was no way she could refute him now.

As expected, Tantai Bingyun offered no objection to Lei Dong’s words; instead, a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks. In White Bone Young Lord's eyes, this naturally bred a feeling of intense jealousy and hatred. A story seemed to paint itself before him: a boy and girl who grew up together, living happily since childhood. Until one day, the girl disappeared due to some catastrophe, and the boy desperately searched everywhere for her. Finally, after enduring untold hardships, he rescued her from the demon's lair. Afterward, they lived happily ever after.

In this narrative, White Bone Young Lord felt he had become the devil obstructing their path, the very whetstone upon which their affection was sharpened. Grief, indignation, shame, jealousy, and resentment flooded him all at once. His already pale face instantly turned sickly white, and he fixed Lei Dong with a gaze like a venomous snake: "Brat, I will kill you. You are finished."

"Kill me?" Lei Dong showed him utter disdain, "Aren't you just a mere cultivator at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm? A one-on-one fight—do you dare?"

"You are courting death," White Bone Young Lord saw Lei Dong’s domineering and dissolute air, a look utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Perhaps his background was decent, but he himself was a Golden Core cultivator, moreover, favored by the Demon Lord since youth, meaning his magical treasures were not merely for show. Hearing Lei Dong propose a duel, he didn't grow angry but instead chuckled, "As you wish, Young Lord. Let this Young Lord see just how capable you truly are?" Yet, in his mind, he plotted: if he could eliminate this arrogant, detestable brat who knew no bounds in a fair fight, there would still be a sliver of hope in winning Tantai Bingyun's heart. Once this brat was dead, he could forcibly drag Tantai away, and given enough time, she would eventually yield. Thinking of this, White Bone Young Lord felt a surge of excitement and trembling anticipation.

Lei Dong said no more, immediately unleashing the Ghost Shadow Evasion technique, his movements like a phantom, leaving streaks of afterimages. He shot directly from the bow of the ship toward White Bone Young Lord. His actions were swift and bizarre, hiding amidst the netherworld ghost energy that resembled black mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Truly, this Ghost Shadow Evasion lived up to its reputation as a long-cherished escape art of the Yin Sha Sect. And Lei Dong himself had spent considerable effort mastering this evasion technique.

White Bone Young Lord’s eyes brightened. Though this brat was arrogant, he evidently possessed some genuine skill; judging by this evasion technique, he certainly had cause for self-satisfaction. But it wasn't enough—far from enough. White Bone Young Lord inwardly sneered. Since you insist on delivering yourself to death, this Young Lord will oblige you. Beneath his sinister face, killing intent faintly surfaced. His black cloak fluttered without wind, and his entire body submerged itself into the hurricane, indistinct and shadowy; even staring intently, one could only perceive a hazy ripple.

Simultaneously, over a hundred ferocious, ghastly white skeletons spun incessantly around him. Suddenly, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, they lunged toward Lei Dong, teeth bared and claws extended.

The inherited cultivation method of the White Bone Palace bore some similarity to the Dried Bone Great Law of the Old Demon of Dried Bones, Lei Dong mused inwardly. This White Bone Young Lord was indeed not an ordinary figure. Each of these hundred white skeletons possessed an aura no weaker than a cultivator at the initial stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. No wonder Black Iron Pagoda’s expression had turned quite grim when mentioning him. A hundred skeletons possessing the might of Foundation Establishment cultivators advancing together—even a cultivator at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm would have to temporarily retreat three steps. However, Lei Dong merely gave a cold laugh internally. He raised the Myriad Ghost Banner, and amidst surging black energy, five chief-level fierce ghosts, refined from the living souls of Golden Core cultivators, surged forth. Drinking deeply of Lei Dong’s pure netherworld ghost energy, their forms instantly swelled, becoming massive and terrifyingly fierce. After absorbing the pure netherworld ghost energy, the power of each of the five chief ghosts was certainly no less than that of a cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. The combined might of the five ghosts was extraordinary.

They formed a circular array, blocking the onslaught of the hundred skeletons, holding fast like immovable stones in a flood. Ghosts of such power momentarily stunned White Bone Young Lord. Yet, he quickly followed with a ferocious laugh: "Brat, do you think these five fierce ghosts can withstand my Hundred White Bones? You're courting death." Saying this, he urged them with a secret technique, driving the dense swarm of skeletons to charge the fierce ghost circle. He wanted this brat to watch in agony as his fierce ghosts were torn apart one by one.

Admittedly, even with the strength of late Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, the five chief-level fierce ghosts were vastly outmatched by a hundred early-stage ones. However, Lei Dong remained utterly calm, continuing to summon his spectral beings. Suddenly, the Berserk Ghost General, already possessing Second-Tier strength, manifested its massive and imposing figure. With a single charge, it plunged into the tide of skeletons, its long saber sweeping out, exploding skull after skull.

"Ghost General?" White Bone Young Lord’s face tightened. He had never expected that this mere Foundation Establishment-level brat could possess such a terrifying entity as a Ghost General. If this Ghost General were to fight a Golden Core initial stage cultivator one-on-one, it might struggle, but against these mere initial Foundation Establishment skeletons, it was perfectly suited. However, White Bone Young Lord was no weakling, and summoning an army of skeletons was not his only trick.

He promptly raised a hand and summoned an ancient pagoda shrouded in heavy black energy. As he channeled his hand seals, the pagoda flew into mid-air, growing larger and larger. Simultaneously, thick black energy condensed into streaks of sharp black arrows, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, raining down like an arrow shower, piercing directly toward the Ghost General. Each black arrow possessed extraordinary might, forcing the Ghost General into a defensive posture, constantly parrying the arrow storm with its shield and saber. Moreover, the arrows seemed imbued with life, locking onto the Ghost General; no matter how it maneuvered or dodged, it could not escape, having no choice but to block head-on. While this attack couldn't kill the Ghost General in a short time, it effectively tied up its combat strength. However, just as White Bone Young Lord looked toward Lei Dong with a hint of smugness, a deafening tiger roar erupted. A ferocious tiger, several zhang long, with a black base and dark stripes, appeared from thin air. This tiger possessed the strength of the first layer of the Golden Core realm. As soon as it materialized, it opened its maw and spat out a white energy projectile, blasting into the skeleton army. In the ensuing explosion, several skeletons within its range were pulverized, and more than a dozen were flung away. Furthermore, its speed seemed extreme; in a flash, it darted into the skeleton ranks, devouring the skulls one by one with a crunch, clearly enjoying the meal. Damn it, is this still a Foundation Establishment cultivator? White Bone Young Lord felt the muscles in his face twitching. Fierce Ghosts, a Ghost General, and a Golden Core Shadow Tiger—the combined power of these three would likely overwhelm even an initial Golden Core cultivator, wouldn't it? Taking a deep breath, the smile on White Bone Young Lord’s lips grew colder. He thought, No wonder this brat is so conceited and utterly arrogant. It turns out he truly relies on considerable power, not taking me, a Golden Core cultivator, seriously. But this is even better. If he didn't have this confidence, how could he dare to come out and seek death? Arrogance always demands a price.

White Bone Young Lord sealed a technique, condensing a sinister, pale white long spear in his hand, which he violently hurled toward Lei Dong. The white spear moved with extreme speed, streaking across the air as a line of white light. He scoffed inwardly: with his current strength, unleashing the White Bone Spear, even an initial Golden Core cultivator would suffer a loss if they took it head-on. Let’s see how you dodge this, how you block it?

Unexpectedly, Lei Dong suddenly raised his head and gave him an extremely eerie smile. His wings fluttered slightly, and his entire person miraculously vanished before his eyes. In a mere instant, Lei Dong reappeared behind him, the Supreme Grade Scarlet Refining Flying Sword transforming into a startling gleam, stabbing toward his back. White Bone Young Lord was instantly shocked but reacted with equal swiftness, summoning a White Bone Shield to guard his back. With a loud crash, the Scarlet Refining Flying Sword was deflected. But the formidable power of the sword shook White Bone Young Lord’s qi and blood, causing a slight internal surge. Simultaneously, the black energy surrounding Lei Dong furiously contracted inward, and he raised his hand to unleash a Black Dragon—this was naturally Lei Dong's most powerful spell, the Black Dragon's Roar.

Seeing the imposing momentum of the attack, White Bone Young Lord dared not meet it head-on, instead sweeping aside like a gust of wind. Suddenly, the melodious sound of a zither rang out, and a massive, razor-sharp green sword cleaved down towards his head. Entering his sight was the indifferent face of Tantai Bingyun. Boom! White Bone Young Lord was forced to meet the attack once more.

The power of the Green Lotus Sword Song resonated profoundly; even his defensive magical artifacts weren't strong enough to avoid developing cracks. Furthermore, he was jolted backward, shouting in furious indignation, "Brat, you said it would be a one-on-one duel!"

"Naive. You actually believe the words of your enemy," Lei Dong retorted with a cold, dismissive laugh, then forcefully pulled both hands upward. The Black Dragon, which had missed its initial target, curved back and slammed violently toward White Bone Young Lord. At the same moment, Qian Luo, Black Iron Pagoda, and Qing Niangzi, among others, with fierce expressions, attacked him directly with their strongest moves.