"What? Are you scared?" The man shrouded in black shadow spoke in a hoarse, sinister, and terrifying voice. A chill ran through the listeners, raising goosebumps on their skin, as though it had drifted through the underworld for a thousand years before finally reaching human ears.
That was precisely because he was the Lord of the Ghost Realm, known throughout China as the 'Ghost King.' The cold, stern youth standing beside him was his disciple, Cui Jianxin.
"Scared?" A cold sneer surfaced at the corner of Cui Jianxin's mouth. He was cold enough when he did not smile, but once he did, he gave off an even icier feeling, like an eternal glacier that would never melt. "I serve ghosts with my own body. In the eyes of the world, I became nothing more than a vengeful soul long ago. What is there left to fear?"
"If that is so, why are you being so cautious?"
"I simply do not want to fail again." Cui Jianxin spoke bluntly. Even though the man in the black shadow was his master, he refused to yield. "During the battle at Wind City, the royal families of the Nine Nations mobilized together. There were countless troops and thousands upon thousands of experts. And the result? That evil dragon was still living perfectly well even now."
"He had already become a dead dragon. If Taishu Yongsheng of Starry Sky Academy had not interfered and used the Dragon Soul he had fished up to fill his body, his flesh would have rotted and his spirit would have shattered long ago. How could he still have had the chance to run amok in this world? Taishu Yongsheng went against the heavens like that—was he not afraid of suffering retribution?"
"—" Cui Jianxin fell silent. *Who would dare