Yu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the half-bodied Humanoid Ghost phantom formed from the True Ghost aura behind Zhang Chen.
Yu Ming had indeed not deceived him before. In Yu Ming's memories, he truly did not know what was wrong with this ghostly phantom. Even the early records concerning Ghost Kings contained no mention of such a phantom.
"Sure enough, it's very strange. This ghostly phantom is merely composed of your True Ghost aura. It has no core, no consciousness, and no soul, yet it exists relatively independently. Look at these Lost Soldier Souls around us. Every one of them looks terrified. It seems they are not afraid of you, Zhang Chen, but of the pressure brought by this ghostly phantom behind you."
Just as Yu Ming had said, when the True Ghost form took shape, white-haired Zhang Chen sensed the Lost Soldier Souls around the training grounds fearing him from the depths of their hearts. Yet that fear came from the ghostly phantom on his back.
"Interesting. Next, Zhang Chen, treat me as an enemy and see what happens."
Yu Ming became interested in the ghostly phantom behind Zhang Chen. With a gesture of his hand, a golden dragon soared over from the horizon. Upon reaching above Yu Ming's head, it gradually shrank and settled on his shoulder before transforming into a golden dragon robe that draped itself over him.
At the same time, Yu Ming activated the Emperor's Heart he had learned.
"Long live our Emperor!"
All the Lost Soldier Souls around the training grounds knelt and gazed at him, completely regarding Yu Ming as one with the Emperor.
"Come, Brother Zhang Chen! Do not worry in the slightest that you might kill or injure me. Launch your strongest attack against me. I will