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Chapter 1353 - 1350: Destined Ghost Monarch - The Great Longevity is Imminent (Second Update)

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1350: Destined Ghost Monarch - The Great Longevity is Imminent (Second Update)

"Young sir, are you leaving as well?" The faces of the town elder and all the residents were somewhat pale.

Xue An nodded lightly.

"But if those..." The town elder did not finish his sentence.

Because he knew very well that this white-clad youth was far from ordinary. The fact that their small town had been saved by him was already an extraordinary stroke of luck.

To have any further expectations would be completely unrealistic.

He had always been clear-headed about such matters.

Xue An smiled faintly and suddenly said, "Rest assured, they won’t come again!"

Hmm?

Many people raised their heads with puzzled expressions, not understanding what Xue An’s words meant.

But when they looked again, they discovered that Xue An, who had just been standing there, had vanished without a trace.

The crowd widened their eyes and looked at each other in amazement.

"Could it be... we’ve encountered an immortal?" Someone murmured in awe.

Just as the townspeople were bewildered and uncertain.

Xue An’s figure had already appeared thousands of miles away outside a secluded mountain valley.

This area was treacherous and naturally a place that gathered yin energy.

For that reason, it was the Ghost Race’s paradise and the residence of the Ghost Master who ruled this territory.

Standing before the thick and impenetrable black mist below, Xue An’s figure gradually faded, eventually vanishing completely.

At the same time.

Inside a grand hall within the mountain valley.

The Ghost Master was hosting a banquet with his subordinates.

Amid eerie winds, the malevolent ghost appeared jubilant, holding a Ghost Princess in his arms and enjoying the flattery of his followers.

"Cackle cackle, Ghost Master, your aura has grown increasingly formidable. It seems that it won’t be long before you break through and ascend to the rank of Ghost King!" A vicious ghost spoke obsequiously.

Though he knew it was flattery, the Ghost Master still felt elated.

After all, in the Ghost Realm, strength was the ultimate truth.

At present, he was only at the lowest level—the Ghost Master level. If he could advance to become a Ghost King, not only would his domain expand substantially but he would also gain access to higher circles.

Be aware that, in the Ghost Realm, the hierarchy of strength was different but also somewhat comparable to the outside world.

Ghost Masters were equivalent to Half-step Great Luo level. Higher up, Ghost Kings were Great Luo Level experts, while Ghost Monarchs were Great Luo Peak level powerhouses. Ghost Emperors were akin to Half-step Immortal Kings.

Above them were Palace Master level entities, and beyond that... Nether Monarch level!

"Haha, easy enough. Once my strength improves, there will naturally be benefits for all of you!" The Ghost Master laughed heartily.

Then he paused and sighed. "If it weren’t for Youhuan repeatedly demanding spoils, I would already have attained the rank of Ghost King!"

Upon hearing this, a wave of indignation swept through the hall, and his subordinates began vehemently cursing Youhuan, the Ghost King.

Someone curiously asked, "My Lord, what is Youhuan planning, demanding living souls again and again recently?"

The Ghost Master let out a cold snort. "What else? The Destined Ghost Monarch’s grand birthday is approaching, and he’s collecting tributes to offer well wishes to the Monarch!"

At these words, the hall erupted into another commotion.

The Ghost Race present unleashed another torrent of invective.

The Ghost Master waved his hand to hush the crowd, then sneered, "Youhuan thinks himself clever, but he doesn’t know that I am not so easy to handle. I’ve been secretly stockpiling living souls for some time now, preparing to ascend directly to Ghost King. Once I’m his equal, I’ll naturally have the qualification to attend the Destined Ghost Monarch’s birthday celebration myself!"

His statement drew a chorus of sycophantic praises from the Ghost Race in the hall.

But just then, a faint laugh drifted in from outside the hall.

"Sounds like a good plan, but too bad you won’t have the chance!"

"Who is it?" The Ghost Master trembled and exclaimed in shock.

Xue An stepped out of the void and appeared before the many ghostly figures in the hall, speaking calmly, "That feeding ground—is it yours?"

A moment of stunned silence fell over the hall before the Ghost Race erupted in fury.

"Where did this brat come from, so arrogant!"

"Indeed, he’s so insolent—we’ll kill him!"

Instantly, the air was thick with ghostly energy and layers of murderous intent.

Countless ghosts launched attacks at Xue An.

But Xue An did not move a muscle—instead, he let out a cold snort.

Crack!

The figures charging at the forefront instantly froze, and this force seemed contagious, as the black tide behind them was frozen as well. A moment later, a loud explosion sounded, and these dark figures shattered into nothingness.

With one cold snort, Xue An eliminated the majority of the ghosts in the hall, leaving only a few who managed to escape by their sheer speed.

For these shameful ghost creatures, their first instinct was naturally to flee.

But it was then they discovered the entire hall had been sealed off, making escape impossible.

Including the Ghost Master, whose face was mottled with black qi. He suddenly let out a frantic roar toward the heavens.

The roar spread out as a Divine Sense shockwave.

But unexpectedly, there was no response from outside.

Xue An said indifferently, "Don’t bother. The ghosts outside have already been slaughtered by me!"

The Ghost Master trembled, black qi surging, utterly terrified.

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?"

Xue An smiled faintly. "Who I am isn’t important. The key question is—was that feeding ground yours?"

"Yes... and so what?" The Ghost Master’s mind raced as he hastily added, "The feeding ground isn’t solely mine; nine out of ten of the captured living souls were handed over to Youhuan the Ghost King!"

Xue An paid no attention to his explanation, only nodded. "So it was yours. That’s enough!"

With that, he slowly raised his hand, which looked like it was carved from jade, and an invisible pressure descended upon the hall.

Under that overwhelming force, the few remaining ghosts who had narrowly escaped earlier didn’t even have time to scream before they disappeared into oblivion.

Only the Ghost Master barely resisted the pressure, but his shadow wavered wildly as he shrieked in terror.

"My lord, please listen to me! All of this was orchestrated by Youhuan, not me! Please..."

Xue An ignored his desperate pleas and only remarked indifferently, "You wish to assimilate them one by one, but I think simply killing them all is faster!"

The cryptic statement left the Ghost Master utterly bewildered.

But before he could ask what it meant, Xue An’s hand came down.

Boom!

The Ghost Master, along with the grand hall, shattered into nothingness.

Standing midair, Xue An glanced at the now-flattened hall and ghost town, shook his head, seeming dissatisfied, then took a step downward.

Rumble!

A deafening roar followed as the entire canyon quaked violently, then slowly collapsed.

Seeing this, Xue An finally nodded with satisfaction. Then, turning around, he vanished into the darkness.

Meanwhile.

On a main road, Jin Jue, heading toward the canyon, suddenly paused and looked skyward, where a plume of black smoke rose, blotting out the stars and moon.

Jin Jue’s expression subtly changed. He brought his palms together in a gesture of reverence, made a deep bow, then turned and walked away.

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