This guy looked just as he had when we first saw him at Elegant Charm Villa—his face was deathly pale, dressed in a black burial shroud, slightly hunched over, his eyes utterly lifeless. Intense baleful yin ghost energy radiated from every inch of him.
This was the target of my Netherworld Bureau mission.
"Master, that ghost cultivator Kong Lingqi!"
I shouted.
Master narrowed his eyes.
"I see him!"
With that, Master raised his hand and struck out with his palm.
"Thunder Method: Profound Force Palm Thunder!"
Boom...
A piercing explosion rang out as arcs of electricity danced and thunderlight spread.
With that single palm strike, Master blasted more than a dozen Evil King ghost soldiers before him to the ground, some of them dissipating on the spot.
Then Master pushed off the ground and charged straight at Kong Lingqi.
"Ghost cultivator, let's see how you escape today!"
Kong Lingqi stood unmoving before the main hall. Watching Master rush toward him, he sneered coldly.
"Song Decai, you truly are strong. I never expected that at your age, you could still break through to such a realm. But no matter how strong you are, it's all fucking useless. This King has already obtained the Evil God's power. Tonight, I'll kill you here and seize possession of your disciple's body..."
"You bastard, take a piss and look at yourself. I'll kill you soon enough!"
Master kept charging forward as he spoke.
We followed close behind, about to carve our way through the ghost soldier formation as well.
These Evil King ghost soldiers might have looked impressive, with their uniform clothing and steel forks in hand.
But before people like us, they were all just for show. As long as we mastered the means to condense pure yang energy and imbue it into our