Yang Chen remained there, waiting in silence.
Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor did not keep him waiting long. Just two days later, Yang Chen sensed black winds raging high above. A chilling gale swept head-on, wantonly ravaging the air and filling the entire space.
Feeling the sharpness of that ghostly qi, Yang Chen knew without a doubt that it was none other than Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor, who had come hunting him down.
"Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor, since you are here, why hide yourself away? Show yourself," Yang Chen said calmly.
Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor said mockingly, "Yang Chen, you truly have some nerve. Even upon seeing me, you can still remain so calm and unruffled."
As soon as he finished speaking, a colossal figure appeared in the vault of the heavens. Looking down from above, he fixed Yang Chen with an icy gaze.
This person was Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor.
"What else could I do but remain calm? Would Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor refrain from killing me otherwise?" Yang Chen said.
Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor said slowly, "Originally, there was no need for me to act personally. But those fellows were too useless. Not only did they fail, they even betrayed the Netherworld and were beguiled into serving beneath you by your petty tricks. I cannot ignore this."
Yang Chen chuckled and shook his head. "Night Marquis Ghost Ancestor, you have reached the realm of a Ghost Ancestor and lived for who knows how many years. Do you truly not know whether it is my petty tricks that beguiled them, or the Netherworld that enslaves ghosts? I fear that even you, a lofty Ghost Ancestor, can no longer say for certain whether you yourself are enslaved by the Netherworld. Do you not wish to uncover the truth? Are you truly