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**Chapter 66: The Shadow's Whisper**

As the Ghost-Taming Sword's hum grew louder, White Xiaopu's desperate struggle intensified. He kicked and flailed, but Li Xuan's grip only tightened. The wind howled in desperation, as if the very heavens themselves were mourning White Xiaopu's impending doom.

Just as White Xiaopu's vision began to blur, a faint whisper echoed in his ear. "Li Xuan, you're making a grave mistake." The voice was low and raspy, like the rustling of dry leaves.

Li Xuan's gaze flickered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Who's there?" he growled, his voice like a beast awakened from a deep slumber.

The whisper seemed to come from all directions, yet from nowhere at the same time. "You're not the only one who knows the secrets of the Ghost-Taming Sword," the voice continued. "But you're not worthy to wield it."

White Xiaopu's eyes snapped open, a glimmer of hope flickering to life within him. He strained against Li Xuan's grip, begging to be released. "Let me go... I'll show you the true power of the Ghost-Taming Sword!"

Li Xuan's laughter was like thunder on a stormy night. "You think you're worthy? You're nothing but a mere mortal, a pawn in the games of the gods!"

The whisper seemed to grow louder, more urgent. "Li Xuan, you're playing with fire. The sword's power is not to be trifled with."

White Xiaopu's eyes locked onto Li Xuan's, a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, White Xiaopu knew that he had to use every trick in the book to escape. He focused all his energy on the Ghost-Taming Sword, sensing its power coursing through his veins.

As the whisper's words faded away, Li Xuan's grip relaxed, just enough for White Xiaopu to break free. He stumbled backward, gasping for air, his eyes locked onto the Ghost-Taming Sword.

The sword's hum grew louder, its energy coursing through White Xiaopu's veins like a river of fire. He felt his strength returning, his heart pounding in his chest.

But as he turned to face Li Xuan, a cold dread crept up his spine. Li Xuan's eyes had changed, his pupils glowing with an otherworldly energy. The Ghost-Taming Sword seemed to be reacting to Li Xuan's presence, its power growing stronger with each passing moment.

White Xiaopu knew that he had to make a choice: to wield the sword's power or to flee from the abyss. But before he could make that decision, Li Xuan's voice echoed through the desolate plain, sending shivers down his spine.

"Let's see who's worthy to wield the Ghost-Taming Sword."

The wind howled in response, as if the very heavens themselves were condemning White Xiaopu to eternal torment. The story will continue...