Ghost King

The Ghost King looked like a classic evil spirit: a copper head and iron bones, with fangs bared across its face. Its head was huge and its body small; its bald head alone was six meters wide. It was curled up in a blood-red circle, with chains of crimson talismans piercing deep into its skull and pinning it to the ground. It looked like a deformed big-headed baby, curled up and trapped inside a womb.

When Qiong Ying approached, the Ghost King suddenly opened its eyes. There were no eyeballs in its sockets—instead, there were two human heads! Intestines dangled from their necks, and they stretched out from the Ghost King's skull like snail antennae, shrieking and wailing at Qiong Ying. It was as if they were about to rush over and devour her whole. Anyone with less nerve would probably have been scared to death.

The original Wei Qiong Ying might well have been scared to death, but the demonic child Qiong Ying wasn't afraid anymore. She even watched the talisman array on the ground with curiosity.

"This monster seems to have been suppressed already, Master. Could your friend have arrived before us?"

Li Fan rose from the shadow and glanced around.

"No. It wasn't suppressed by anyone. It sealed its own cultivation to avoid disaster. Besides, it isn't a monster. It's a person. Be careful. Don't let its appearance fool you—it's probably close to Divine Transformation."

"Divine Transformation?!"

Qiong Ying was startled and took two steps back.

"How could I possibly handle a Ghost King at the Divine Transformation stage? Your initiation task is ridiculous, Master!"

Li Fan gave a wry smile. "When did I ask you to fight it? I told you to eat your fill, break the formation, and wait for my friend to arrive. I