Wang Chaling was always on guard against Ye Zhen suddenly making a move, so he was always accompanied by the two most terrifying ghosts, which were his grandfather and grandmother who had died many years ago.
As an ordinary person dealing with these top-tier ghost manipulators, relying solely on brains wasnât enough; strength was also required. Often, he didnât want to invite trouble because he knew that even the weakest ghost manipulator could possibly kill him.
However, on the flip side, he had confidence in confronting and even defeating any top-tier ghost manipulator he faced.
Because he commanded four ghosts.
A terrifying old man, dead for many years and maintaining his post-death appearance, now stood in front of Wang Chaling, exuding an icy aura and with a blank expression.
Ye Zhenâs punch landed on this fierce ghost like a joke, not even making the ghost take a step back.
Under normal circumstances, when this punch hit an ordinary fierce ghost, it would immediately be sent flying, then suppressed by the supernatural, unable to move for a short time. If it were an ordinary incomplete fierce ghost, this punch would be enough to resolve the supernatural event.
But the truly formidable part wasnât Ye Zhenâs punch; it was the fierce ghost residing in his hand.
Yet now, the fierce ghost residing in Ye Zhenâs hand couldnât resist the terrifying old man in front of him at all.
The gap was visibly enormous.
âIf you stop now, itâs still not too late. If we really start fighting, who knows what unexpected things might happen. We donât have any deep-seated hatred or conflicting interests. Donât you agree?â
Wang Chaling was not a belligerent person. Although he held the upper hand, he was still willing to reconcile with Ye Zhen.
He even offered Ye Zhen a way out, hoping he would back down when faced with difficulties.
At this moment, Ye Zhen withdrew his fist, slowly retreated a few steps, and laughed heartily, âHahaha, Yang Wudi didnât lie to me. It turns out youâre also a master, a real expert, very good, very good. I was too lonely before; I couldnât find an opponent in the supernatural realm. Now with you and Yang Wudi, I believe the days ahead will be very interesting.â
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Wang Chaling looked at him with a slightly strange expression, âIt seems you really arenât afraid of dying.â
âIâve long since come to terms with life and death. Xiao Wang, show me your full strength.â
Ye Zhen shouted loudly, âIn exchange, I will also give it my all.â
âSword, come!â
He theatrically raised his hand to the sky.
The next moment, a twisted, dirt-streaked, rust-covered bizarre longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword was originally a modern artifact, but it was imbued with horrifying supernatural power. One side of the blade bore the imprint of a terrible ghost face full of cracks, and anyone who looked at it seemed to die instantly.
The other side of the blade held other fierce ghosts, cold and terrifying, forbidding any contact.
It was hard to imagine.
That two completely unrelated supernatural forces could reside simultaneously in one ordinary object.
âUsing a supernatural weapon? This is going to be serious,â
Wang Chalingâs heart skipped a beat, and he immediately backed away, not daring to get involved in this supernatural confrontation. He even considered retreating.
But he believed the matter couldnât be resolved simply by withdrawing.
If he couldnât repel this Ye Zhen, the trouble would never end.
âYe Zhen, do you really want to keep fighting with me? Continuing would mean people are going to die today,â Wang Chaling said grimly.
âLetâs have a duel to the death,â
Ye Zhen shouted again, raising the longsword in his hand.
The side of the blade, imprinted with a terrifying ghost face, was pointed directly at Wang Chaling.
Just one glance, and Wang Chaling would die instantly; it was extremely dangerous.
And not many knew this killing pattern; even Yang Jian didnât know.
âGrandfather, help me kill him.â
Wang Chaling, without hesitation, gave the order for the other terrifying ghost haunting him to act.
Since it had come to this point, he wasnât going to attempt reconciliation anymore.
Since Ye Zhen wanted to die, heâd send him on his way.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Chalingâs palms broke into a cold sweat; as a normal person facing life-and-death trials, he couldnât be so calm. Ghost manipulators were courageous because they had gradually lost the emotions of the living, and naturally, those without emotions couldnât comprehend the fear of death.
Yet at the same time, Wang Chaling also saw Ye Zhenâs sword.
The curse of inevitable death erupted instantly.
In the next moment.
A phantom-like, eerie middle-aged woman staggered out from Wang Chalingâs body. Her hollow eyes were full of cracks, exuding an abnormal spooky aura, seemingly about to kill her.
But this eerie middle-aged woman who emanated from Wang Chaling was not a living person, but a fierce ghost.
Fierce ghosts couldnât be killed.
So this eerie middle-aged woman just stood still in place, waiting for the eerie aura enveloping her to dissipate.
Seeing this, Wang Chaling broke into a cold sweat, understanding that the ghost formed from his motherâs spirit usually resided in his body to protect him from supernatural assaults.
Now the spirit residing in him had exited his body and stood motionless in place, meaning there was only one possibility.
That was, at that moment, he had suffered a terrible assault, which his motherâs spirit had blocked for him.
He had brushed past death.
Wang Chaling shuddered with aftershock.
But at the same time.
The Wang Familyâs most terrifying ghost, the horrifying black-and-white elderly man, made his move.
Simply approaching Ye Zhen, the light illuminating around him extinguished instantly like a candle snuffed out by a sudden gust, plunging everything into darkness, as if even the air itself had frozen.
An icy aura descended, carrying a suffocating oppression.
Clearly, he had been dead for a long time, merely a phantasmal figure, but in the ghost handlerâs eyes, he was an extremely perilous existence.
âAm I engulfed by darkness once again?â
Ye Zhen immediately felt a sense of incredulity.
Merely by supernatural interference, his Ghost Domain was shattered to pieces.
Although his Ghost Domain wasnât powerful, it wasnât weak either. Yet, facing this vengeful spirit, the Ghost Domain seemed like a joke, instantly invaded and disrupted.
âWatch as I cleave the darkness with one sword.â
This time, Ye Zhenâs expression was grave. Though he still shouted an adolescent slogan, this time he spared no strength, wielding the twisted, grotesque long sword in his hand, and slashed down directly at the terrifying old man.
This sword must not be touched. Anything or anyone it touches will instantly crack.
Yet, the Wang Familyâs most fearsome specter bore a deathly gray face and reached out to grab Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhenâs sword collided with the ghostly hand.
This wasnât a contest of strength but a battle of supernatural forces.
Immediately.
The result appeared.
The strange long sword in Ye Zhenâs hand immediately twisted and bent, seemingly unable to fend off even one hand of this terrifying ghost.
âWhat?â
He widened his eyes, showing a look of disbelief.
However, that terrifying old manâs hand also began to show cracks. The cracks resembled those on porcelain, numerous and spreading like a spiderweb, seemingly ready to shatter like delicate porcelain, scattering into countless pieces at any moment.
But this did not happen.
As time passed, the cracks quickly vanished, leaving only a single fissure where the long sword made contact with Ye Zhen.
But this fissure could not spread or deepen further.
Because the old manâs cold and skeletal hand had already pressed down, forcibly seizing Ye Zhenâs shoulder.
Meanwhile, the eerie old lady beside also slowly approached.
At this moment, even one old man was difficult for Ye Zhen to fend off. Surviving was already his limit, so when another ghost approached, he couldnât stop it at all.
Another old man came up to Ye Zhen and extended an equally chilly hand to seize Ye Zhenâs other shoulder.
The attack of two ghosts struck instantly.
In the next moment.
Ye Zhen was pulled by the ghosts, his body twisting, deforming, reaching a breaking point, eventually being torn into two parts.
Blood spattered, entrails spilled, eyes wide open, and even in death, he clutched the already bent long sword in his hand.
âDid we kill him?â
Wang Chaling, seeing the situation calming down, finally dared to sneak a peek.
Through the gap between the two ghosts, he glimpsed the bloody scene.
âAs long as heâs dead, this guy was too dangerous. I almost inexplicably fell into his hands. If he didnât die this time, next time I might not have such good luck.â
Wang Chaling felt relieved upon seeing Ye Zhen dead.
It seemed that the specters formed by his grandfather and grandmother are even more terrifying.
At this moment, Wang Chaling gained a new understanding of the power of his familyâs specters.
But Wang Chaling hadnât been pleased for long when that familiar voice rang out once more.
âI, Ye, have not yet been defeated. This battle between us continues.â
Immediately.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The torn body on the ground quickly began to mend itself. This scene was like time reversing. In just a few seconds, the intact Ye Zhen appeared in front of Wang Chaling once more.
Ye Zhen indeed died once, but he was resurrected again.
His codename was Scapegoat Ghost.
He could substitute something else for his death, all attacks from specters could be transferred to something else.
âWhat a joke.â Wang Chalingâs pupils suddenly contracted as if seeing a ghost.
A person who was evidently dead was able to reappear completely in front of him.
Yet, before he could think further, Ye Zhen already made his move, abandoning the already bent long sword and attacking once more.
At this moment, Wang Chaling even felt Ye Zhenâs gaze as terrifying as a specterâs.
âKill him,â he ordered without hesitation.
Wang Chaling didnât believe that Ye Zhen could be resurrected a second or third time.
He was certain that such a resurrection came with a heavy cost, and it couldnât continue indefinitely.
However, when the terrifying ghost grabbed Ye Zhen again, something bizarre happened. The ghost remained motionless instead of further assaulting Ye Zhen.
At this moment, Wang Chaling felt a choking sensation, as if grasped by an invisible hand.
This feeling was strange, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
It was the Scapegoat Ghost transferring the supernatural attack on Ye Zhen to Wang Chaling, and whatâs more, the neck of his motherâs specter also showed signs of being strangled.
It seemed that the attack not only transferred to living beings but was also carried over to the other specters.
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