A display of skill that stunned everyone, the Ghost Clan's rules for killing! (Double-length chapter, monthly votes requested)

The One-Horned Ghostman's appearance froze the clamorous, bloody battlefield for an instant.

It was not merely the oppressive presence of a powerful being, but contempt born of a higher order of life.

He stood there, the black ghost qi churning around him like solid tentacles, greedily licking at the lingering scent of blood in the air.

Lü Baichuan clutched the wound where his arm had been severed, his face as white as paper.

Dizziness from blood loss battered his mind, but the despair in his heart eclipsed his physical pain.

As an instructor at the Eight Gates Martial Hall, he was a man of some standing in Linjiang County. Yet before this One-Horned Ghostman, he felt like a toddler who had only just learned to walk, laughably fragile.

Am I going to die here...?

Lü Baichuan's heart kept sinking. His gaze swept across the terrified students of the Eight Gates Martial Hall, and despair grew rampant like weeds.

Just then, a white torrent tore through the battlefield.

"Roar!"

Amid the tiger's roar, a familiar figure leaped off its back and landed firmly before Lü Baichuan, blocking the One-Horned Ghostman's suffocating gaze.

"Brother... Lü, leave this to me," a voice said in front of him.

There was not the slightest ripple in that voice, nor any deliberate attempt at reassurance. It was as ordinary as a neighbor's greeting during a visit.

Li Xiang had arrived.

Lü Baichuan looked up at Li Xiang's unusually upright back, and his taut nerves inexplicably relaxed.

He had just witnessed Li Xiang's feat of slaying a Greater Ghost with three strokes. That clean, decisive killing had earned his respect for Li Xiang's strength.

"Be careful. He... he eats people," Lü Baichuan warned through gritted teeth, staggering backward with the support of the Eight Gates Martial Hall's