Swordsman Lv10: A Hidden Profession Branch Unlocked! (Monthly Votes, Please!)

The Bat Ghostman hovered high above, looking down on the tiny human below.

His pitch-black, leathery wings beat slowly, each rise and fall stirring violent turbulence in the surrounding air. Even space groaned beneath the burden of those wings.

An invisible force pushed the thick fog aside, creating a hemispherical domain of empty air.

"Human, you seem very confident."

His eyes lacked the madness of ordinary ghost creatures. Instead, they held the reserve of someone long accustomed to standing above others.

As a second-realm Ghostman and a noble of the Netherworld's Thunderbat Clan, he possessed an innate superiority of rank.

In his eyes, a first-realm human was merely a slightly stronger ant.

Yet reason told him this human was no ordinary opponent. Anyone who could kill One-Horn had to possess some ability.

Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit, much less a freak capable of crossing the barrier between realms to kill.

Li Xiang held his blade in one hand. Its blood groove glimmered faintly red, radiating ghost qi that had yet to be digested after killing lesser ghosts.

He said nothing, merely raising his head slightly, his eyes as still as a pool of dead water.

That calm stirred an inexplicable irritation in the Bat Ghostman.

Boom—

Without warning, thunder erupted out of nowhere.

A ghastly white bolt abruptly tore through the dim sky, followed by an explosive roll of thunder.

Unlike the spring thunder of the Mortal World, brimming with vitality, this thunder carried a bone-chilling aura of death, like countless departed souls roaring deep within the clouds.

It originated within the Bat Ghostman. Countless arcs leaped around him, weaving a net of lightning. Bathed in that icy thunderstorm, he snapped his leathery wings.

"Die!"

There was no running start, no gathering of power,