"As expected, you are indeed my arch-enemy. I didn’t misjudge you." Seeing the powerful strength displayed by Ye Feng, the Ghost Cultivator laughed excitedly.
Initially, he was worried that Ye Feng might be too weak to make the fight interesting.
But now, seeing Ye Feng’s strength, he felt reassured. Only such a Ye Feng could be called an opponent.
"Make your move, whatever you’ve got," Ye Feng sneered, responding without a care.
After slaying all the ghostly shadows, Ye Feng’s power increased once more.
What’s more, Ye Feng was only cutting down these ghostly shadows one by one with his sword.
If Ye Feng were to truly unleash his trump card, he might be able to destroy all the ghostly shadows with a single stroke.
Therefore, Ye Feng was not worried about losing to the Ghost Cultivator.
The Ghost Cultivator had grown stronger, but so had Ye Feng, to the point where Ye Feng himself wasn’t sure of his own limits. Such was Ye Feng that even he feared himself. What did the Ghost Cultivator have to fight against him?
"Good! I hope you still have this confidence later." The Ghost Cultivator smiled cruelly and then began to gather his strength.
After gathering his strength, there was no visible change around the Ghost Cultivator.
At that mont, the Ghost Cultivator stomped his foot, and instantly, a halo appeared beneath him.
Simultaneously, the Ghost Cultivator quickly bit his finger.
As the Ghost Cultivator bit his finger, a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the halo.
"With my blood, I offer a sacrifice! Summon the Ghost King to fight!"
With the Ghost Cultivator’s shout, the ground started to shake.
Indeed, the commotion was enormous, as if the sound of the earth cracking erupted.
"Summon!" At this mont, the Ghost Cultivator increased his strength, stomping heavily to quicken the bleeding.
Boom!
Rumble!
At this mont, the ground in front of the Ghost Cultivator cracked open.
From beneath the ground erged a massive, hideous-looking monster.
This monster was not real but a phantom.
Indeed, it was in a phantom state, exuding an extrely terrifying black energy of death.
On this monster, there was also a glittering iron chain, which clearly contained extrely formidable power.
"Martial God! It’s actually Martial God Level."
"My God! He actually summoned a Martial God Level Ghost King?"
"A Martial God, a true Martial God, although a Junior Martial God, what a terrifying aura."
"Damn! This is outrageous. How could this happen?"
With the appearance of the Ghost King, everyone gasped in shock, truly frightened.
Indeed, this Ghost Cultivator had actually summoned a Ghost King to fight for him.
Upon the Ghost King’s ergence, the Ghost Cultivator suddenly beca weak and vulnerable, his aura greatly diminished.
But seeing the powerful Ghost King made the Ghost Cultivator extrely excited. In his view, with the Ghost King there, it was hard for Ye Feng to survive.
"Today, you must die, all of you must die." With this, the Ghost Cultivator looked at Ye Feng and everyone present, laughing arrogantly.
"This... how can we play now? A real Martial God is here, can Mr. Ye be its match?" Feng Gu appeared sowhat worried as he witnessed this scene.
"If anything happens to Mr. Ye, we must protect him with our lives," Old Gong said seriously as he observed the unfolding developnts.
"No need to say that? We can have sothing happen to us, but Mr. Ye must not have anything happen to him." Feng Gu also nodded.
"Thank you! Thank you all." Situ Jing expressed gratitude when he heard their words.
"Without Mr. Ye, we wouldn’t be here today. Our lives are given by Mr. Ye. If anything happens to Mr. Ye, we won’t survive either." Feng Gu and Old Gong waved, responding with determination.
Indeed, considering the situation on the scene, if anything were to happen to Ye Feng, Feng Gu and Old Gong would also be killed, likely in a very brutal way due to the Ghost Cultivator’s character.
So, instead of waiting to die, it’s better to save Ye Feng at the crucial mont and create an opportunity for him.
"What do we do now? What should we do?" Even those inheritors were panicking.
"It’s a Martial God! A real Martial God! No matter how strong he is, he’s rely a Martial Venerable."
"Ah! If it really doesn’t work, should we run?"
"Run? Where to run? In such a small place, where can you run to? Dig a hole and bury yourself?"
"Then what do we do? Are we really going to die here? I don’t want to die here."
They knew Ye Feng was formidable, far beyond their imagination, but against a Martial God, a behemoth like this, they did not think Ye Feng could win.
So even considered escaping, but upon hearing others remind them, they realized there was no way out.
Indeed, the retreat path was sealed off by the light barrier.
Escape? Only if you want to get killed.
At this mont, everyone was in despair, looking at the Martial God Level Ghost King, feeling as if the end of the world had co.
Even Ye Feng couldn’t help but frown. The aura from this Ghost King was strong, giving Ye Feng a foreboding sense of danger.
"Haha! Aren’t you cocky anymore? Why aren’t you cocky now?" The Ghost Cultivator was extrely smug, mocking Ye Feng.
At this mont, the Ghost King opened its eyes.
Its eyes were like bronze bells, and when they first opened, they emitted a black beam that devoured everything in its path, terrifyingly.
"Heh heh~ I’ve sensed the aura of food. Have I finally been released? Today I must feast." The Ghost King emitted a strange laugh, appearing incredibly excited as it looked at the people around.
"Ghost King, destroy him, and everything here is yours." Hearing the Ghost King’s strange laugh, the Ghost Cultivator quickly indicated.
"Is it you who summoned ? Are you the Inheritor of the Ghost God? But why are you so weak? Truly too weak." The Ghost King looked at the Ghost Cultivator with disdain.
Indeed, the Ghost Cultivator had inherited the legacy of the Ghost God.
The Ghost God, an ancient powerhouse, reached the peak power of Martial God and was practically unbeatable within the Martial God Realm.
His most proud skill was summoning Ghost Kings of various levels to fight for him.
When he was at his peak, the Ghost God alone controlled nine ghosts, leaving other Divine Level experts with not even a speck of room to retaliate.
At that ti, the Ghost God was such a terrifying existence that not even several Divine Level experts combined dared to provoke him.
Even stronger powerhouses dared not underestimate him.
It was for this reason that, after inheriting the Ghost God’s legacy, the Ghost Cultivator could beco so invincible, growing terrifyingly powerful in such a short period.
"Fine! Hope you can truly inherit the Ghost God’s will and carry forward the lineage of the Ghost King." After casting his disdain, the Ghost King gave a reminder before turning to look at Ye Feng.
"Hmm? What a terrifying aura. Really a pity." Sensing the aura within Ye Feng, the Ghost King shook its head.
Apparently, he thought it was a pity for Ye Feng to die at his hands. Otherwise, Ye Feng would surely shine brightly.
"Is that so?" Ye Feng snorted coldly, eyes filled with boundless killing intent.
This Ghost King was strong, but daring to act superior in front of Ye Feng was not enough...
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