After Dual Cultivation with the Strongest Sword Master, I Became the Ghost King - Chapter 22
Ghosts hunt ghosts, and men hunt ghosts.
Men and ghosts hunt ghosts; men and ghosts hunt men.
Man and ghost, now indistinguishable.
How utterly absurd.
I knew Jay wanted me to escape with my life, but I…
I wiped the tears from my face. Even the last glimmer of golden light had abandoned me.
I picked up Jay’s broken sword. The blade, which should have been devoid of spiritual power, suddenly trembled as if answering a call.
A power of unknown origin surged from my palm, mingling with the rage, despair, and sorrow in my soul, swelling, rising…
Just as it threatened to shatter my heart.
The Crimson Sash of Wangchuan pulsed, surging with both spiritual and ghostly power as it soared into the sky, billowing like a great roc spreading its wings.
“Ghost Emissaries and Nether-Generals,”
I slowly lifted my head, wreathed in black qi.
“The title of Ruler of the Ghost Realm is contested once a century. The duel between Qing Xuan and myself was never concluded. By what right does he command the legions of the dead today?”
“As the Ghost King, Qing Xuan dares not face me himself, relying on the strength of others to kill me. What claim does he have to the throne of the Ghost Realm?!”
Qing Xuan was livid. “Insolent whelp! It was I who disdained to fight you!”
The Ghost Emissaries and Nether-Generals, led by the Black and White Envoys, stood silent for a moment before turning and melting back into the shadows.
I turned my gaze to the sect disciples and rogue cultivators below the Tianxu Terrace. “Du’e and Bixia preach that the strong reign supreme. Look at them now. Do they still seem strong to you? Are they still worthy of your obedience, your reverence?”
“If I rid you of these people today, the spiritual veins of the Nine Great Sects will be yours to redistribute. Do you not wish to become the ones who are revered?”
They had already been swayed by Jay’s mirrored evidence, and now, tempted by such a colossal prize, they halted their advance on the Tianxu Terrace as one.
Du’e cried out urgently, “Everyone, it is our righteous duty to slay demons and ghosts!”
Bixia shrieked, incandescent with rage, “I am your Sect Leader! Who dares defy me? Surround and destroy the demoness!”
But alas, righteousness had crumbled, and the strong were strong no more.
No one heeded their words.
Qing Xuan sneered, “Our strength alone is more than enough to execute Yunxi!”
