Chapter 328: Chapter 328
Radiant Moon had long been infuriated by the Ghost King sending a Ghost Princess to seduce her Master. The hem of her blood-red dress fluttered as the light inside the lantern blazed brilliantly. Countless intricate Runes interwove, spreading a bone-chilling coldness.
The Power of Rules erupted. The next moment, a pillar of inky black mist gathered around the Ghost King, towering over a hundred feet high. Cold light glinted from unsheathed blades, their gleam flickering as if thousands of cleavers were emitting the sound of sawing through flesh.
Instantly, the Ghost King was on high alert. The defensive Soul Armor he had prepared in advance began to crack inch by inch, pierced by countless small daggers. His aura rapidly waned, and the Ghost King’s body, heralded as Vajra Indestructible and impervious to divine intervention, somehow crumbled beneath this bizarre power!
Upon closer inspection, the daggers were composed of countless resentments. They consumed his strength like venomous mosquitoes, contaminating his Soul Body and implanting parasitic curses, causing the Ghost King’s aura to plummet quickly. In an instant, he was riddled with wounds, resembling a hornet’s nest.
The Faceless Ghost King struggled desperately. Within this storm of the Power of Rules, he was like someone trapped in a quagmire. His entire body sank into unprecedented weakness, as if drained of all power, plagued by myriad maladies, and his cultivation realm fell.
"Oh Immortal, I have been wronged! It was clearly Wei Wuyang, that scoundrel, impersonating an Immortal Envoy to deceive me. I had no knowledge of his other misdeeds, including the grave errors he committed in the Upper Realm!"
"Immortal, spare me, spare me..."
"I beg the Immortal’s discernment!"
The Faceless Ghost King, upon being suppressed, immediately begged for mercy. He never imagined that this young man had an underling who could subdue him in a single encounter; How was that possible?
Was everyone from the Upper Realm so powerful that any one of them could rival the peak Ghost King of the Underworld!?
However, even though the Ghost King pleaded for mercy, Chu Yi remained silent, quietly seated. His eyes, saturated with ink and glinting with gold, gazed coldly at the Ghost King, completely indifferent to the Underworld’s strongest entity.
As for Ji Xuexin, she had fainted upon Radiant Moon’s appearance.
"How dare you let those two wretches touch Master! Die, die, die!"
"Ah, Master’s scent is so delightful~"
"I just don’t understand, why can’t those who hinder Master just obediently die?"
"Mmm, I really want to drink Master’s milk again~"
The girl in the blood-colored dress displayed a rapturous expression, her fair and tender skin appearing as white as jade amidst the eerie hall. Her Jade Foot moved lightly, taking small, graceful lotus steps. Her voice shifted between different tones—murderous, soft as a bird’s song, or sickeningly possessive, as if she were schizophrenic.
Speaking excitedly, she wielded the White Bone Lantern. She unleashed countless "Beast" rules mingled with Curse Fire, Ice Spikes, Gales, Thunder Strikes, and even death by a thousand cuts upon the helpless Ghost King. These "Beast" rules were all at the Dawn Star level, and coupled with the amplification from the small world, they dealt destructive blows to the Ghost King, rendering him incapable of even crying out for mercy.
The Ghost King’s Soul Body split into several segments. A small fragment of his soul, taking the form of a severed arm, fled the execution ground. Knowing he was no match for this bizarre Immortal, it retreated continuously, an eye full of dread emerging from its palm.
The hem of her skirt fluttered as Radiant Moon cast a glance at Chu Yi. Her breathing was rapid, her full chest heaved slightly, and her Charming Eyes were misty. Her snow-white cheeks suddenly flushed; she was evidently unconcerned about the Ghost King. Even after eliminating the Ghost King, she intended to be affectionate with her Master, and her pace abruptly changed.
Faced with Radiant Moon’s relentless approach, the Ghost King was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body. The severed arm prostrated itself as he pleaded, "I... no, I am willing to swear a heart-devil oath to be a lackey, serving the Immortal for life. Please, Immortal, grant me a chance."
"Wei Wuyang! I know Wei Wuyang’s plan!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fire.net
As soon as he spoke, Chu Yi smiled and clapped his hands, "Good. Radiant Moon, stop."
The Ghost King was momentarily relieved. But in the next instant, his soul nearly scattered. Radiant Moon moved even faster; the lantern she held cast a swirl of light that transformed into a cluster of pale bone claws, stained with blood, blocking the path of the severed arm from all directions.
This last fragment of the Ghost King’s soul was crushed and smashed, leaving not even scraps.
The paramount being of the Underworld, the king who had reigned for a thousand years, the master of the Ghost King Hall—fallen?
Of course, it wouldn’t be that simple. Chu Yi rose, patted the shoulders of his garment, surveyed the spectral and chilling hall, and said calmly, "How long do you intend to act?"
Silence prevailed, save for the enamored breaths of Radiant Moon; no one uttered a word.
"Not completely dead yet?" Radiant Moon, who was ready to be intimately close to her Master, flicked her skirt, her expression turning slightly angry. The lantern she held burst into a blaze of fierce fire.
Couldn’t this ant just obediently die, instead of disrupting her private time with her Master?
Strands of blood mist surged from the dome of the grand hall, turning into thread-like tendrils that formed a web, covering the entire hall and entangling tightly around each statue and pillar.
"Hahahaha! So what if you’re an Immortal? In this Netherworld Life-locking Array, your life and death are entirely at this king’s whim!" After suppressing his intentions for so long, the Ghost King burst into wild laughter at this moment. He had set up the great array early in the feast, gradually lowering his opponent’s guard, and had finally succeeded.
From a writhing blood mist on the dome, three huge heads emerged, as if three fleshy masses had grown out of the Ghost King Hall.
One was a lion’s head with a crimson-red mane, breathing flames, capable of devouring the souls of ten thousand men.
The second was a centipede’s head, its teeth like crescent moons, its antennae writhing, possessing the Divine Power of stirring up sand and stones and spreading Poisonous Thousand Miles.
The third fleshy tumor had yet to form a face when it was struck by a bolt of blood-colored lightning.
The unformed tumor exploded into a mist of blood on the spot. A zhang-long Heaven-piercing Halberd pierced through it, a blood-colored Curse Seal swiftly spreading.
The other two heads hadn’t yet shown delight. They were instantly frightened and looked incredulously at Chu Yi, who should have been controlled by the Life-Suppressing Soul Lines.
"Not bad, this new trick actually made me use one of the Ten Calamities," Chu Yi said, raising his head. His eyes reflected the Spell being channeled between the three fleshy tumors. If he wasn’t mistaken, this was one of the top Spells of the small world: the Three Heads Six Arms method.
The opponent possessed a Ghost Immortal body, cultivated using souls—an Underworld-improved version. Its battle strength rivaled the peak of the Dawn Star stage, but it was ultimately not at the Radiant Moon stage. Chu Yi had even slain many Dawn Star stage enemies on the Blood Ladder.
A top-tier Spell, no less than the Nine Transformations of the Dragon. I want it.
With that said, where he stood, strands of blood-red roots emerged, intertwining into a throne at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was the throne Chu Yi had refined in the Dark World, granting him dominion over a territory and allowing him to fully exert the potential of the Human King Body.
During the feast, while the Ghost King was stalling for time and setting his trap, Chu Yi had been using the blood-colored Curse Seal to quietly corrode the entire Ghost King Hall, completely undetected. Those Life-Suppressing Soul Lines, meant for possession, were instead controlled by Chu Yi.
"You Outer Realm Celestial Demons have descended, but no matter how strong you are, you cannot exceed the limits of this world! This king refuses to believe in fate!"
"So what if you’re in a higher stage, the Immortal Realm!"
The Ghost King was enraged. His two remaining heads erupted with unprecedented soul power, but strands of a blood-colored Curse Seal emerged from their faces; the corrosion was too deep.
After a while, Chu Yi clenched his left hand. The Divine Hand gripped the Life-Suppressing Soul Lines in the hall. The two heads stiffened for a moment, then rolled down with a crash, shaking the entire Ghost King Hall.
"You had the chance to be my dog and didn’t take it. Don’t blame me for refining you."
Chu Yi issued the command. Radiant Moon happily tossed her lantern, which transformed into a writhing mass of fire. Innumerable bone claws struggled within, sweeping the two soul-condensed heads into it. As for any remaining soul fragments, Chu Yi found them and threw them all into the fire to be refined.
The Ghost King despaired, completely losing all will to resist. Only at that moment did he clearly see it. The two of them were not on the same level at all—not just a step or two apart, but an overwhelming, crushing defeat, even a dimensional suppression. The rule that the cultivation of Outer Realm Celestial Demons cannot exceed this world’s limits was completely ineffective on this young man.
Radiant Moon stuck her tongue out towards the fire, the flames illuminating her delicately pretty face. Her thick lashes curled slightly, and her Charming Eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the unconscious Ji Xuexin nearby, a hint of malice rising in their depths. "Hmph! Opposing Master... you asked for it, worm!"
"Master, her skin is so fair, let me peel it off!"
"Master, this girl is useless, such a burden. Let me eat her."
"Ooo, I long for Master’s milk from last time..."
Different voices sounded simultaneously, making Radiant Moon even more charming.
Sitting on the blood-colored throne, Chu Yi glanced down at the figure accentuated by the blood-red dress. Her skin was like snow, resembling a white jade gourd bound by red silk. His throat felt a bit dry, and he inevitably licked his lips. He looked again at the Ghost King being refined by the fire, then at the blood-colored Curse Seal frantically devouring the Ghost King Hall. He felt there was still a long way to completion, so he nodded, allowing himself some relaxation.
Upon receiving permission, Radiant Moon gave a city-toppling smile. Her snowy feet moved lightly; her skirt, at some unknown point, had slipped off.
In the gloomy, cold grand hall, a dim light permeated the air. Suddenly, a luminous, moon-like radiance ascended, carrying an intoxicating fragrance, then fell quietly into the young man’s embrace.