Ghost Child's face turned vicious, his eyes brimming with venom.
As the youngest and most promising Heavenly Prodigy of the Ghost Child Clan, he had even been praised by his ancestor as a formidable figure just one step away from becoming a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse.
Yet earlier, before nearly half the strongest powers of the Northern Endless Sea, he had been humiliated by an unknown Human Race cultivator.
If he failed to avenge this insult, he feared he would never be able to hold his head high in the Endless Sea again.
There was even a strong chance that wherever he went, he would become a target of hostility or a subject of whispered discussion among Human Race cultivators.
For the proud Ghost Child, that was plainly unbearable.
"For the sake of the First Princess of the North Sea Dragon Palace, I'll spare that white-robed brat's miserable life!"
The clan elders accompanying Ghost Child knew their Young Master's temper all too well. Though they were deeply displeased that he had rashly stepped forward earlier, they dared not show it.
To keep matters from escalating, they even had to do everything they could to placate him.
That was why they had offered him a way to back down.
"Elders, I know you fear the unfathomable power behind that brat."
"But it's not as if the Ghost Child Clan has never killed a cultivator with powerful backing before."
"Especially scum like him, who trades on his lofty status and plays at being mysterious by hiding his true identity."
"If someone like that dies, he dies. Even if his backers hear of it and come knocking later, we can brush them off by saying he never told us who he was."
Ghost Child spoke fiercely, as though ambushing and killing a well-connected Human