Three identical one-eyed ghosts simultaneously thrust their blades at Zhang Chen from around him.
To everyone present, Zhang Chen was undoubtedly doomed. His movements were slightly slower than One-Eyed Matthew's, yet his five fingers precisely clamped down on Matthew's face, as though he had no regard for the clones attacking from either side.
A strand of intent infused with the Candle Dragon's divine consciousness surged from Zhang Chen's palm into Matthew's body.
"Awooo!" Zhang Chen's consciousness was like a true dragon with gaping jaws, instantly shattering Matthew's consciousness within him. Matthew's struggling body gradually stiffened, while the single eye on his face lost its luster and became covered by a lifeless gray film.
The clones attacking from either side vanished into smoke a second before their blades could touch Zhang Chen's body.
"He could indeed be considered a strong fighter in Ling's realm. But compared to what I had imagined, he was far too weak. He shouldn't have been a creature imprisoned under such intense pressure, and every creature in the surrounding spectator stands was even weaker than this one-eyed ghost."
Yet the sheer number of these weak ghosts made Zhang Chen uncomfortable.
"Or perhaps someone here has gathered every ghost that fell into the Realm of the Underworld's Beginning and raised them on a massive scale. The place I have reached is merely the outer layer. The source of that True Ghost aura lies far deeper within."
However, these ghosts were too weak for Zhang Chen to gauge the true level of this separate dimension. He could only wait until he won three consecutive matches, then use his so-called status to investigate further.
The ghosts in the spectator stands were utterly stunned by Zhang Chen's strength.
"How is that possible? That was Lord Matthew... He could exert the strength