“Ye Yu glanced at He He with slight disdain.”
“How come you weren’t just burned to ashes by the Nine Heavens Incineration back then, you bastard turtle?”
“Everyone else guessed he was at the Ghost Lord Realm, but you boldly say peak Underworld Ghost Realm?”
“What’s the matter, is it so hard to say Ghost Lord Realm?”
“Well, Underworld Ghost Realm it is then.”
“At least it’s an advancement of a major realm — a small takeoff!”
Without hesitation, Ye Yu decisively admitted:
“That’s right, you saw through me. I am peak Underworld Ghost Realm. So what?”
Ding.
Host has successfully attained peak Underworld Ghost Realm cultivation.
In the next second, the ghost qi of this world surged toward Ye Yu like a tidal wave,
thick and overwhelming, almost completely enveloping his figure.
After a few breaths,
with a flick of his sleeve, Ye Yu’s peak Underworld Ghost Realm cultivation fully manifested.
Seeing this, all sect masters and ghosts present furrowed their brows.
“Huh, really peak Underworld Ghost Realm?”
“Not because it’s too high, but because it’s so unexpected.”
Led by Elder Guo, they all assumed Ye Yu was a Ghost Lord Realm powerhouse—
someone playing with mortals recklessly, hence his brazen conduct.
They were even considering retreat.
But if he’s only peak Underworld Ghost Realm, then there’s no need for such fuss.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Yan Tong’s eyes as he looked to the elder Ma Qianshan beside him.
“Yes, though I’m also peak Underworld Ghost Realm, this Youming Temple sect master here is a solid mid-stage Ghost Lord Realm big shot.”
“Crushing a peak Underworld Ghost Realm ghost would be a piece of cake for him.”
Thinking this, Yan Tong felt clear skies after the rain and confidently stepped forward, loudly declaring:
“Ye Yu, you’re just a peak Underworld Ghost Realm, yet you dare to jump around before so many ghost sect masters. You’re courting ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ death!”
“If you’re smart, tell us where the treasure pavilions are and maybe we’ll give you a quick death.”
“Otherwise, I will scorch you with infernal flames for millions of years, make you suffer unbearably, begging for death and not getting it!”
Hearing this, Elder Guo sneered at him disdainfully.
“Heh, you’re getting cocky again?”
“What’s with the attitude? You planning to put on a show?”
“But if he’s just peak Underworld Ghost Realm, we can still fight!”
Elder Guo dropped talk of retreat and stood firmly beside Yan Tong,
brandishing his white bone spear, pointing coldly at Ye Yu.
With these two leading, other sect masters began to loudly roar.
Each looked ferocious, as if eager to tear Ye Yu apart alive.
But constrained by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Map before Ye Yu,
they did not rush in immediately, but waited cautiously.
Among the crowd, Ma Qianshan squinted slightly, his expression growing serious.
For some reason, he couldn’t quite see through this unfamiliar male ghost.
First, he robbed all the ghost sect treasure pavilions.
Now he appeared openly, facing so many sect masters fearlessly.
What gave him such confidence?
This question baffled Ma Qianshan.
Ye Yu watched the ghost beings gradually closing in, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
Honestly, he wished for a lucky break—someone to accuse him of being at Ghost Lord Realm.
But sadly, no one said a word now.
Damn it, was this farce about to end?
Fine!
Since this plan worked, he’d replicate it endlessly elsewhere.
Now all that was left was to harvest the fruits.
Ye Yu flexed his wrist and said calmly:
“Are numbers useful? Running out requires true strength!”
With that, he fully activated the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Map.
In an instant, the scroll fully unfurled.
As Ye Yu’s strength increased, the map’s power multiplied a hundredfold.
A dense aura of death erupted from the scroll, soon enveloping all the ghost sect masters present.
Countless resentful souls burst forth wildly like a massive flood, charging forward.
Gigantic ghost god phantoms slowly appeared in the realm.
Wherever the souls passed, nothing grew.
Elder Guo and Yan Tong reacted swiftly, retreating to the sides.
But the sect masters behind them were less fortunate.
They were quickly swallowed by the resentful souls.
At this moment, Ma Qianshan finally acted.
He stood at the forefront, fully unleashing his Ghost Lord Realm cultivation,
casting ghost techniques to form a huge Senluo Ghost King Gate,
forcibly blocking the resentful souls outside.
Ghost beings behind him shouted:
“Senior, you’re awesome!” (literally “bullskin,” pun intended)
But within two breaths, cracks appeared on the Ghost King Gate.
It neared collapse.
Ma Qianshan’s face darkened.
Had he underestimated the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Map’s power?
Gritting his teeth, he shouted angrily:
“You bastards, I can’t hold much longer!”
“Elder Guo, Yan Tong, lead a sneak attack on him now! Force him to retract the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Map!”
“Otherwise, we’ll all die here!”
Hearing this, Elder Guo and Yan Tong understood it was do or die.
Without a word, they led over a dozen ghost beings, flanking Ye Yu.
In the blink of an eye, they closed to within a hundred meters.
For mortals, that might be distant,
but for these Underworld Ghost Realm beings, it was close enough to strike.
Seeing their approach, Ye Yu showed no panic, but a mocking smile.
Elder Guo clearly caught the expression.
“What’s going on? Does this kid have a backup plan?”
Sure enough, a gigantic black iron tower appeared between them.
It had nine levels, each with a uniquely styled ghost king head in the center.
With the tower’s appearance came a terrifying aura.
Immediately, a crimson blood hue covered Elder Guo, Yan Tong, and others,
turning their souls and bodies the same red color,
completely losing all mobility.
Elder Guo trembled and said:
“G-ghost... Ghost King Tower? Yan Tong, you really have a Ghost King Tower?”
Yan Tong nearly choked on his anger.
“A Ghost King Tower? How could I have such a treasure? I was just bragging earlier. Didn’t expect this kid could actually produce one.”
(Extra chapter added for waiting too long—thanks for your support, big brother.)
