Wang Chaling had always been wary of Ye Zhen suddenly making a move, so the two most terrifying ghosts—his grandfather and grandmother, who had been dead for many years—were always by his side.
As an ordinary person, dealing with these top Ghost Tamers took more than just brains; it also required strength. It was simply that most of the time, he did not want to provoke trouble, because he knew full well that even the weakest Ghost Tamer might be able to kill him.
But conversely, when facing any top-tier Ghost Tamer, he was confident that he could fight them, perhaps even defeat them.
Because he had controlled four ghosts.
An old man who had been dead for many years, yet still retained his appearance from after death, now stood before Wang Chaling. His entire body radiated coldness, and his face was expressionless.
Ye Zhen's punch landed on the evil ghost like a joke, not even making it take a step back.
Under normal circumstances, an ordinary evil ghost struck by his punch would be sent flying at once, then suffer supernatural suppression and become unable to move for a short time. If it were an ordinary incomplete evil ghost, that punch would be enough to resolve the supernatural incident.
But what was truly formidable was not Ye Zhen's fist, but the evil ghost residing in his hand.
Yet now, the evil ghost residing in Ye Zhen's hand was completely unable to contend with the terrifying old man before him.
The gap was visibly enormous.
"You can still stop now. If we really start fighting, there's no telling what accidents might happen. We don't have any deep grudge between us, nor do we have any conflict of interest. Don't you agree?"
Wang Chaling was not someone who loved fighting. Although