The Ghost King threw back its head and laughed wildly. Yin energy surged from it like a tide of ink, engulfing the entire city lord's estate.
A cold wind howled. Ghosts wailed, and even the sunlight turned a sickly green.
Its scarlet eyes swept contemptuously over the Mount Fangcun cultivator before it. To the Ghost King, a mere human cultivator was no more than an ant.
Still, the thought of killing a Mount Fangcun Immortal Master with its own hands twisted its mouth into a savage grin.
Five Mount Fangcun disciples remained at the city gate. It had already decided to refine their souls into the principal souls of its Myriad Souls Banner.
At the thought, its bony claws trembled with excitement, and ghostly flames soared thirty feet around it.
But the next instant, confusion crept into the Ghost King's savage smile.
It realized that the yin energy, potent enough to corrode bone and soul alike, was dissipating around you like mist beneath the blazing sun.
You raised your head calmly. Purple-gold light kindled in your palm, as though you held aloft a bright lamp of purple-gold crystal.
With a slight turn of your wrist, you tipped the light like a candle and overturned the crystal lamp. Purple-gold radiance poured onto the ground like heavenly nectar, then slowly solidified.
The Ghost King watched in horror as the yin energy it had condensed from devoured souls visibly froze wherever the light touched, like candle tears turning to frost.
The yin energy throughout its body felt like a pile of firewood catching flame. It could not even flee.
You slowly lifted your gaze, your calm purple-gold eyes fixed on it.
The Ghost King trembled, all its earlier arrogance gone. "Your Excellency... who are you?"
Another voice came from behind the ghostly face,