"May I ask which of you is the Mangshan Ghost King?"
The voice was not loud, yet it instantly drowned out the surrounding clamor, plunging the entire gathering into silence.
The Mangshan Ghost King narrowed his eyes, looking the person who had suddenly appeared here up and down.
"And you are?"
Li Ping'an cupped his hands. "I am Li Ping'an, his teacher."
Teacher?
The Mangshan Ghost King could not see through the man before him. Seeing how calm and composed he looked, he could not help feeling uncertain, even though this was his own territory.
"To establish a ghost city here, shelter wronged souls and ghostly creatures, and establish a measure of order-the Ghost King deserves much credit," Li Ping'an said evenly. "Only..."
He first acknowledged the Mangshan Ghost King's achievements. There was no unified dynasty here.
Order was in chaos, and small states stood everywhere.
The imperially appointed City Gods who governed the Underworld no longer existed, while the Ghost King had established the City of a Hundred Ghosts, sheltered wandering souls and stray ghosts, and established order, maintaining stability to a certain degree.
Only, the Mangshan Ghost King's methods...
Li Ping'an glanced at the bound pregnant women in the gathering, and at the dismembered children. Those deeds were indeed enough to warrant the utter destruction of his soul.
Li Ping'an hesitated inwardly. To kill, or not to kill?
Things in this world were never so simple. Merely killing a ghost king would not resolve matters.
Humm-!!!
The ringing of a sword sounded overhead.
At that moment, the expressions of the many ghosts and monsters in the hall changed abruptly.
Immediately afterward, an overwhelming pressure descended, pressing down on them until they could hardly breathe and forcing them to resist with all their strength.
That power, so mighty it