Boom!
A dark cloud composed of vengeful spirits blotted out the skies above the sacred domain.
The army of the Ghost Domain surged forward like a tide, their spectral forces advancing relentlessly toward the heart of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Yet, just as they were about to breach the domain’s grand formation, the ghostly horde came to an abrupt halt.
Before them, a lone figure hovered in mid-air.
His black robes billowed in the wind, and in his hand, a pitch-black banner hung silently—the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
"Is that… Su Muwan’s kept man?"
A ghost general narrowed his eyes and sneered, "A mere Supreme Realm cultivator dares to stand against tens of thousands of our Netherworld Ghost Army? How laughable!"
Hearing this, the Ghost Nether King also took notice of Qin Luo.
When he recognized the Ten Thousand Demon Banner in Qin Luo’s grasp, he threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Hahahaha! So this is where your confidence comes from!"
"Is that all?!"
With a flip of his palm, an enormous banner plunged into the void, shaking the surrounding thousand miles as ghostly energy seethed.
He taunted Qin Luo, "Brat! Did you think you were the only one with a banner? My Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner has drunk the blood of multiple Sacred Domain Lords!"
His fingers clenched abruptly, and the ghostly faces on the banner shrieked in unison: "Children!! Tear him apart for me!"
Boom—!
As his words fell, the Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner unfurled in his grasp, its frigid aura instantly engulfing the battlefield.
Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits transformed into a black tide, lunging toward Qin Luo.
The Ghost Nether King, Ming Yan, reveled in the thrill of the hunt, explaining mockingly, "I ascend through the power of Yin energy. These vengeful spirits are the source of my strength!"
"With them, I hold my place in the Eastern Glory Heaven Realm!"
"Ant! Regret choosing the wrong master!"
Yet, his laughter did not last long.
For in the next moment, something astonishing occurred.
Just as the ghostly horde was about to reach Qin Luo, the once-ferocious spirits suddenly froze in place.
Fear flickered in their eyes, as if they had glimpsed something utterly terrifying.
Then, they began retreating—some even prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
The air grew heavy with tension.
The Ghost Nether King was stunned. "What’s happening?! Move! Rip that insect to shreds!"
But his commands fell on deaf ears.
A beat later, Qin Luo finally spoke.
"Ghost cultivator?"
He chuckled, running his fingers along the shaft of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
His gaze turned mocking as he looked at the Ghost Nether King. "Pity."
His innate constitution suppressed all demonic and unorthodox paths—no evil spirit could even approach him.
But more importantly…
"You raise ghosts," Qin Luo said coolly. "But what I refine… are demons."
As his words faded, the banner unfurled completely.
Boom!
The inky banner yawned open like the maw of an abyss. Pale, skeletal arms reached out from within, grabbing the vengeful spirits and dragging them into the depths.
The Ghost Nether King’s proud army of wraiths melted like snow in boiling water, their screams fading as they dissolved into wisps of black smoke, swallowed by the banner.
But the true horror came next.
The Ghost Nether King watched in shock as the ghostly faces on his own Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner twisted in terror, struggling to break free—as if desperate to join Qin Luo’s banner instead!
Impossible!
Even his own artifact was trying to defect?!
It was as if… Qin Luo’s banner was of a higher order than his!
Had he, a master of the ghostly path… been outmatched?!
And what was this nonsense about "demons"?
"No! Return to me—!!"
The Ghost Nether King’s eyes bulged with fury as he frantically channeled his power, trying to wrest control back.
Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the vengeful spirits seemed eager to enter Qin Luo’s banner, crowding in willingly.
"No! This can’t be!"
The Ghost Nether King howled, his voice thick with disbelief.
His Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner was a supreme treasure of the ghostly path—how could it be so utterly powerless before Qin Luo?
The black clouds that had gathered so swiftly now dispersed just as quickly.
Soon, the sky cleared once more.
The ghost generals stood dumbfounded, their eyes darting awkwardly toward their lord.
To their horror, his banner was now empty—not a single spirit remained.
Even his Yin energy reserves had been nearly drained.
Damn it… he’d been completely stripped bare!
Meanwhile, across the myriad realms, countless Sacred Domains watched the battle unfold through celestial projections.
The sight of Qin Luo effortlessly subduing the Ghost Nether King’s army sent shockwaves through the observers.
"How… how is this possible? A mere Supreme Realm cultivator suppressed the Ghost Nether King’s Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner?!"
The Thunder Heavenly Lord’s eyes widened, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"What kind of banner is that youth wielding? To subdue vengeful spirits so easily…"
The Enchantress Empress frowned. This artifact… it couldn’t have originated from an ordinary minor realm.
"The Ghost Nether King has truly kicked an iron plate this time, haha!"
"Feasting on demons, using ghosts as bait… this boy’s path runs far deeper than the Ghost Nether King’s. Though, this does reveal his hand—a demonic cultivator? Still lacking."
"Indeed. A Supreme Realm is still a Supreme Realm. How could he hope to match a Half-Step Dominator like the Ghost Nether King?"
"That Su Muwan must have exhausted herself subduing the Fire Domain, forcing her to send this weakling out."
"Still, to drain the Ghost Nether King to this extent… it’s nothing short of a miracle."
The other Sacred Domain Lords shook their heads, their tones laced with schadenfreude.
Back on the battlefield—
"RAAAAAGH!!"
"I’LL ERASE YOUR SOUL!!"
The Ghost Nether King descended into madness, his face contorted with rage as black smoke erupted from his body.
Losing most of his Yin energy was worse than death itself!
And so—
He would make Qin Luo pay!
"Manifest—DOMINION FORM!!"
Boom!
The pressure of a Half-Step Dominator crushed the land beneath them, reducing the terrain to rubble.
The sacred formation behind Qin Luo began to crack.
The Ghost Nether King formed a series of hand seals, and—hummm!!
A ten-thousand-foot spectral colossus materialized behind him, six skeletal arms wielding ghostly weapons: a mourning staff, soul-summoning bells, and more.
Hovering in the air, the Ghost Nether King roared as he unleashed his killing strike: "DIE!!"
The cultivators watching through the projections sighed.
"It’s over."
Tianjizi closed his eyes, performing a quick divination. "A Supreme Realm is ultimately… Hm?"
His brows suddenly furrowed.
Something was wrong!
The next instant—
"Hmph!"
A cold, arrogant snort echoed across the heavens.
Then—
An endless wave of frigid power engulfed the battlefield.
Crack!!!
The colossal dominion form froze solid in an instant—before shattering into a storm of ice.
The Ghost Nether King’s entire body trembled: "Wha—?!"
His head snapped upward, and his jaw went slack.
Descending from the sky was a figure clad in white—Su Muwan herself.
She landed gracefully beside Qin Luo, her presence icy and imperious.
She then tilted her head and glanced at the Ghost Nether King, frozen in place, curling her lips into a mocking smirk. "Daring to use ghosts to scare my Qin Luo? Did you even ask for my permission?"
Qin Luo: →_→
So who was the one claiming to be afraid of ghosts again?
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