Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1345 - 1342: Your God Can Only Kneel Before Me and Beg for Mercy (2nd Update)

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1342: Your God Can Only Kneel Before Me and Beg for Mercy (2nd Update)

As for retribution...

If he truly believed in it, he wouldn’t have joined the Ghost Cult and become a State Preceptor for a whole nation!

Right now, it’s simply because one has to bow under a low roof!

Qing Mo was secretly calculating in his heart.

Suddenly, Xue An smiled, "If that’s the case, then let me summon your Ghost Monarch over to interrogate him as well!"

Qing Mo froze.

Everyone present was also stunned.

What?

Summon the Ghost Monarch?

If not for the sheer terror caused by Xue An’s defiant power, Qing Mo would have sneered three times.

But outwardly, he still maintained his respectful demeanor toward Xue An and spoke in a heavy tone, "My lord, that Ghost Monarch resides in the Holy... Ghost Realm and is not in this realm at all!"

Xue An nodded, "I know that!"

"Then..." Qing Mo didn’t finish, but the meaning on his face was clear.

If he isn’t in this realm, how can you summon him?

Xue An didn’t address these doubts, instead, he suddenly asked, "How does this Ghost Monarch usually communicate with you?"

"He always contacts me directly through Divine Sense..." Qing Mo’s voice suddenly stopped, as he abruptly realized something, and his expression changed dramatically.

But before he could even react, Xue An leisurely said, "I see, that makes things simple!"

With that, Xue An raised his hand and pointed. A sliver of sword light directly shattered Qing Mo’s head, and then with a grasp, he plucked Qing Mo’s soul out from his sea of consciousness.

The entire process was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hint of hesitation, as simple and natural as breathing, even without a trace of bloodiness.

In the blink of an eye, this Ghost Cult State Preceptor Qing Mo had lost all his cultivation, leaving only a dark shadow writhing and struggling in Xue An’s palm.

"My lord, please... don’t..." A desperate wail echoed from within the dark shadow.

Xue An, however, gave him no chance to continue pleading, as his vast Divine Sense enveloped Qing Mo’s soul entirely, beginning to search for traces of the Ghost Monarch who had established the Divine Sense connection with him.

The entire process took less than a minute.

In the end, Xue An slowly withdrew his Divine Sense, his face as steady as water.

As for Qing Mo’s soul, it had already lost its dark luster, weakened to the point of breaking at any moment.

At this moment, Qing Mo, knowing full well that he had no chance of surviving, roared venomously out of despair and hatred toward Xue An.

"Even if you’ve found the Ghost Monarch’s presence, what can you do? He resides in the Holy Realm, a being utterly beyond your reach! And after my death, the Ghost Monarch will surely avenge me!"

Xue An, who had been about to crush Qing Mo’s soul, stopped his action upon hearing those words, then chuckled.

"You don’t believe?"

"Of course I don’t believe! Hah, no matter how powerful you are, what difference does it make? Could you possibly summon the Ghost Monarch directly here?" Qing Mo sneered.

Xue An nodded slightly, his tone calm, "Since you don’t believe, then I’ll let you see with your own eyes how the deity you worship kneels before me, begging for mercy!"

Qing Mo almost laughed out loud, "Such outrageous boasting! I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue An casually sealed him away to the side.

Xue An did not rise from his seat but reached out and began sketching in the air.

As his finger moved, radiant lights appeared in the vacant space and lingered, as if consolidated and unyielding.

Everyone gradually widened their eyes and stared dumbly.

Xue An’s movements were swift. In merely a few breaths, a highly intricate and eerie Talisman Spell materialized in midair.

Numerous powerful cultivators specialized in mastering talisman techniques covered their mouths, their eyes filled with horror.

They could vividly sense the bizarre and terrifying power within this talisman, as if it opened a door to an unknown Netherworld, sending chills down their spines.

Finally, Xue An completed the last stroke of the talisman.

At the very instant the talisman was finished, a vast and overwhelming dark aura radiated from it, shaking the heavens and earth all around.

Upon sensing this familiar dark aura, Qing Mo gasped in horror, "How can this be? Impossible!"

But his soul was now so weak that even his cries sounded feeble.

Boom!

With a thunderous explosion, under the talisman’s influence, a narrow fissure gradually tore open in the space.

Soon, a massive spectral hand gripped the edge of the spatial fissure and gave it a forceful pull.

A giant opening was instantly formed, and then an enormous skeletal head began slowly protruding out.

This skeletal head was unimaginably massive, comparable in size to a football field, and the bones glowed with an eerie green hue, having aged through countless years.

Soon, the voice of the skeletal head boomed with majesty, "Who dares possess my Divine Sense aura and summon my true form here?"

Qing Mo’s soul was already too faint to discern, so this unfortunate Ghost Monarch naturally did not notice.

Moreover, at this moment, he was furious.

As a Ghost Monarch, he held considerable status in the Ghost Realm.

Especially recently, having allied himself with an unspeakable entity, his confidence was soaring.

Just moments prior, he had been discussing plans with his subordinates and fantasizing about the glorious future of holding onto such an influential golden connection.

But unexpectedly, he had suddenly felt the pull of a profound summoning force.

This summoning carried an undeniable authority, akin to an Immortal conscripting spirits, leaving the Ghost Monarch no time to resist as he was dragged away entirely.

Thus, it was no surprise that he was full of wrath, intent on discovering who could wield such a potent Ghost Conscript Talisman.

Yet, as his head emerged, his first sight was of countless cultivators filling the skies, sealing off the entire Jing Country’s capital with their overwhelming presence.

Confronting this starlit array of radiant lights, the Ghost Monarch froze, then erupted with anger.

"You summoned me via a Ghost Conscript Talisman just to have so many people gang up on me? Foolish! Do you think I’d fear such petty tactics?" The Ghost Monarch scoffed, utterly dismissive.

But at that moment, a tranquil voice sounded near his ear.

"Dismissive? Hah, what if I were to join in?"

The Ghost Monarch was taken aback and turned to locate the voice.

Only to see a young man clad in white seated a short distance away, gazing at him with a faint smile.

At first, the Ghost Monarch paid him little attention.

But the instant he sensed the aura emanating from Xue An, his emerald-green eyes burst with an intense radiance, followed by a scream of utter terror.

"It’s you?"

With those words, he dared not hesitate for even an instant and swiftly retreated toward the spatial fissure, attempting to flee.

But Xue An would never allow him to escape.

A spark of pure white flame appeared at Xue An’s fingertip, as he spoke calmly, "You have one breath to return and kneel before me!"

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