Several ghost deities of the Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace at the rear of the Corpse Tide noticed Zhang Yuan.
"It's him... should we take this opportunity to kill that Daoist?"
Duanlu, the Right Aide, narrowed his eyes at Zhang Yuan as he spoke.
That Daoist was no decent man. Whenever Duanlu recalled how Zhang Yuan had toyed with him last time, only for the Sword Saint to catch him before he could leave and cut off his head, anger surged through him. He had been longing to wash away that humiliation ever since.
With his current strength, he might not be able to deal with the Sword Saint, but he could still handle this Daoist with ease.
Yansuan, the ghost deity who held the position of Left Assistant, also glanced at Zhang Yuan. After a brief moment of thought, he shook his head and said:
"No need. Our lord has ordered us merely to put on a show today. We need not cause any casualties. So long as this man does not come looking for trouble, we need not concern ourselves with anything he does."
Duanlu nodded slightly. Though he wanted to wash away his humiliation, he did not object.
The other ghost deities of the Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace, who had been itching to act, heard the exchange between the Left Assistant and Right Aide and likewise refrained. Standing at the very rear of the Corpse Tide, they quietly watched what Zhang Yuan would do next.
Zhang Yuan stood above the Corpse Tide with his hands behind his back, mana and mist swirling around him and shredding every evil ghost and wandering soul that tried to approach. He glanced at Yansuan, Duanlu, and the other distant ghost deities, then inwardly nodded.
Just as he had expected, the Death-Severing Baleful