Ye Qin's One-on-One Duel with the Ghost Lord!

The Ghost Lord's gaze finally changed. The impatience from before gave way to gravity and solemnity.

It abruptly realized that the brat before it was no longer the feeble cultivator it had once been able to slap to death with a single palm. Without its noticing, this brat's strength had actually caught up, and he even possessed the power to challenge it. Such explosive growth in such a short time was simply unbelievable.

"Kill him! All of you, kill him!"

The Corpse King had luckily escaped the battlefield back to the skeleton warship, spared from Ye Qin's lightning sword. Having only just recovered from the fright of surviving death, it pointed at Ye Qin and furiously shouted at the Nascent Soul Cultivators. Ye Qin's lightning sword had just been aimed at that group of ghost cultivators. Had it and the Skeleton General not sensed danger and fled quickly, they would likely have been dead beyond death by now. How could it swallow this grievance?

"Get lost! A bunch of trash!"

With a roar, the Ghost Lord swept out a palm carrying a fierce ghostly wind, sending the Corpse King flying hundreds of zhang away.

The Corpse King crashed onto the deck with a bang. Dazed from the blow, it clutched its smashed zombie face, lowered its head, and did not dare utter another sound.

The ghost cultivators had been about to respond to the Corpse King, but they instantly fell silent as cicadas in winter, cowed by the Ghost Lord's wrathful pressure.

The Ghost Lord turned and looked coldly at Ye Qin.

Within the East Sea cultivation realm, aside from the Holy Emperor, it had never truly yielded to anyone. Even Hate Mountain Monster, if they truly fought to the death, might not be its match. There were not many