Chapter 299: Chapter 298: Deadly Trap
Seeing Shangguan Qiuyue’s eyes go lifeless, Ye Fan decisively chopped the side of her neck. She fainted instantly.
Ye Fan then turned to the Ghost Emperor. "Why?"
"You must die! You are the biggest stumbling block in my campaign against the Witch Clan. If you don’t die, my plans will never succeed!"
At that moment, the Ghost Emperor exuded an air of arrogance. His entire demeanor had changed as he glared at Ye Fan with a sinister expression, knowing that the wound he’d inflicted was laced with his meticulously arranged Ghost Suppressing Technique. He had been no match for Ye Fan before, but dealing with him now would not be a problem.
Ye Fan said, "I understand now. You never trusted me!"
"Hmph. I am the Ghost Emperor of Thailand. In this world, I only trust myself," the Ghost Emperor said disdainfully.
He Yu turned to Ye Fan anxiously. "Leader!"
Ye Fan said to him, "Take care of Qiuyue for me. Today, I’ll show him the price of deceiving the King of Heaven."
This time, Ye Fan’s expression was ice-cold. He would no longer hold back as he advanced on the Ghost Emperor.
"I spared you once because I thought you were an honorable man!" he declared. "But you used my trust to plot against me! Today, you will die without a doubt!"
"The one to die is you!" the Ghost Emperor retorted disdainfully. "The Ghost Suppressing Technique I used on you has already entered your bloodstream. You won’t last much longer."
"Enjoy these final moments, little boy," the Ghost Emperor mocked.
Ye Fan glanced at his wound but saw no change. In fact, wisps of white smoke were rising from it, and the cut was visibly healing.
Why don’t I feel any pain? Instead, it feels like the wound is slowly healing? Ye Fan wondered in shock. This change was completely unexpected, and he had no idea what was happening. One thing was certain: the Ghost Emperor would never be so merciful.
Regardless, Ye Fan had decided to end this battle quickly. He raised the Yuanhong Sword and charged.
"Let me teach you some manners!" he roared, charging toward the Ghost Emperor.
"You’re not qualified to teach me anything!" the Ghost Emperor scoffed.
"Hundred-step Flying Sword!" Ye Fan roared. A razor-sharp aura shot toward the Ghost Emperor, who carefully dodged while simultaneously unleashing dozens of black needles.
Ye Fan swung his Yuanhong Sword, easily deflecting the needles.
The two clashed for dozens of rounds within the chamber. Then, Ye Fan found an opening and slashed. The Ghost Emperor dodged, but he was a step too slow. Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword sliced off three of his fingers. As they fell to the ground, the Ghost Emperor cried out in pain.
Strange... Why hasn’t the Ghost Suppressing Technique taken effect? There’s no way he could have stopped it! the Ghost Emperor wondered. He had painstakingly prepared this ambush, yet it had yielded no results. He was baffled as to what went wrong.
"Are you waiting for the Ghost Suppressing Technique to activate?" Ye Fan asked disdainfully.
"Yes! But why hasn’t it?" the Ghost Emperor demanded, incredulous.
Ye Fan sneered. "Actually, I’d like to know why it hasn’t activated either. But since it hasn’t, this is your doomsday!"
With that, he launched another ferocious attack. The Ghost Emperor had no choice but to flee. Ye Fan’s constitution was beyond his imagination. From his perspective, the plan had been a total failure.
He quickly triggered a mechanism, and a stone door slid into place, hoping its solid build would block Ye Fan. But at that moment, Ye Fan let out a great roar and brought his sword down, shattering the stone door instantly.
The Ghost Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. He had never anticipated this. He had been hiding behind the stone door for protection, but who could have imagined Ye Fan would destroy it with such overwhelming force? If the door hadn’t absorbed some of the impact, he would have been cleaved in two.
CRACK! The residual Sword Qi slammed into the nearby coffin, blasting it—and the corpse within—to smithereens.
"No!" The Ghost Emperor was devastated. He had never imagined his wife’s body would be destroyed in the battle. He was overcome with grief.
Now, the one thing he had been clinging to had vanished. He seemed to crumble in that instant, his eyes fixed on the pulverized remains in despair. The will that had kept him alive was gone.
A few minutes later, the Ghost Emperor finally stirred from his grief. He rose to his feet and said coldly to Ye Fan, "It was you. You destroyed my dream! Today, I will take you with me to the grave!"
Ye Fan sneered. "You brought this all on yourself. If you hadn’t used your wife’s memory to deceive me, you wouldn’t be in this position! Ghost Emperor, you are unworthy of the title Emperor-Level Master!"
"Do you think I still care about my reputation? You’re wrong! Even if I die today, I’m taking you with me!" the Ghost Emperor roared, his hair flying wildly as he faced Ye Fan.
His aura had risen to an absolute peak.
Ye Fan gripped his Yuanhong Sword and assumed a fighting stance.
"Kill!"
The Ghost Emperor charged, a pair of iron gauntlets now covering his hands. He used them to catch Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword.
Ye Fan bellowed, and with a single swing, his sword sliced through the iron gauntlets.
The Ghost Emperor had no choice but to retreat. This was a clash between Emperor-Level Masters, and Ye Fan’s absolute speed and strength countered the Ghost Emperor’s every move.
"Break!" Ye Fan roared, shattering the Ghost Emperor’s new attack.
His Swordsmanship was swift, precise, and ruthless, leaving no opening for defense. Not even the Ghost Emperor, Thailand’s number one master, could withstand Ye Fan’s power. The cold Sword Qi tore through the air. Ye Fan, holding the Yuanhong Sword, charged forward, forcing the Ghost Emperor into a full retreat.
"Corpse Ghost, come out!" Suddenly, the Ghost Emperor bit down hard on his own wrist, crushing it. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and roared the command.
Instantly, the ground in the area began to shake violently.
Ye Fan was about to press his attack, but the violent tremors made him pause. He braced himself for some unknown danger.
Sure enough, as the ground continued to tremble, a gigantic black insectoid creature crawled out from the darkest depths.
"This is my specially crafted Corpse Turtle, fed on countless bodies!" The Ghost Emperor sneered, though his face was deathly pale. It was clear that summoning the creature had drained a great deal of his life force. "King of Heaven, let’s see you defeat this trump card!"
The giant Corpse Turtle stood several meters tall. It exuded a thick, corrosive aura as it charged menacingly toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan’s brows furrowed. Just as he prepared to strike the creature down, two more giant Corpse Turtles crawled out from the darkness.
The three giant Corpse Turtles converged on Ye Fan, trapping him between them.
Clearly, the Ghost Emperor had set this inescapable, deadly trap long in advance.
