When Feng Jizu returned in defeat, Gui Mingtang also found himself in a life-or-death crisis.
He stood beneath the archway.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, he felt a chill run down his spine.
The bodies did not frighten him. What truly terrified him was that he had clearly fled, yet somehow returned to where he started.
Ghost Wall?
Ghostly Deception?
Whatever it was, it conveyed one message: his opponent was likely stronger than him!
Damn it!
How was that possible?
Those vermin from Tiger Lian Mountain, those sewer rats hiding in the gutters.
Why would they have an expert like this?
He could not imagine it.
Nor could he accept it.
The reason top-tier families stood at the peak of the pyramid and ruled this land was because, in terms of absolute strength, they far surpassed anything civilian Special Ability Users could imagine.
Even if a Folk Secret Organization was fortunate enough to produce a Great Sir,
it would still be no match for an aristocratic family.
In a battle between those of the same rank,
members of aristocratic families would almost certainly hold the advantage.
That was because top-tier families had studied supernatural power far more deeply than anything the outside world could compare with.
They could help their descendants better contain Vicious Ghosts, minimizing the negative effects while unleashing as much power as possible.
That required not only a deep understanding of the supernatural,
but also resources, such as special herbs imbued with supernatural properties.
Each link was connected to the next.
After centuries of accumulation,
their advantage in supernatural development had become an extraordinarily deep moat.
This was also the source of Gui Mingtang's initial confidence. Even though he could sense that the woman's raw strength exceeded his, he had not believed she was