Never mind Liu Ji Shan-even Ren Ye's head buzzed when he saw the ghost dressed in a Dragon Robe.
The last time he and Er Leng explored the Secret Chamber, the ghost had blown out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Neither of them had seen its face.
This time, looking at it up close, they saw that the ghost wore not only a Dragon Robe but also a Dragon Crown. Its figure was gaunt, its soul dim.
This getup was practically screaming at the three of them that this old bastard might be no ordinary character. It looked like an emperor...
"I am the Martial Emperor of Great Qian. Unworthy descendants... why do you not kneel before me?!" The ghost's solemn voice brimmed with an oppressive force that instinctively made them afraid to look straight at him.
Their legs weakened, their bodies about to kneel beyond their control, while terror filled their hearts.
He called himself Emperor Wu... didn't that make him... Ren Ye's imperial grandfather?
Hum!
Just then, the Human Emperor Sword blazed with countless rays of light. The sharp-tongued "spirit" suddenly reacted. "Shenzhou is vast and boundless. You spent half your life at war and won only a tiny corner. You dared not enter the Southern Border or campaign against the northern barbarians, yet you thought yourself worthy of being called Emperor Wu? What a joke!"
The moment Emperor Wu's ghost saw the Human Emperor Sword light up, all his oppressive majesty vanished.
Whoosh!
As though he had seen a ghost, he swiftly floated back into the tunnel in flight.
"Unworthy descendants, give me back my life!"
"I am the Martial Emperor of Great Qian, blessed with Shenzhou's destiny! I shall endure for countless ages!"
Inside the tunnel, Emperor Wu's ghost kept repeating those two sentences.