Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 161 Strange Ghost Face Mask

Chapter 161: Chapter 161 Strange Ghost Face Mask

"Next, I’ll dismantle your Ghost Body," Shi Feng’s voice had barely faded when two White Bone Ghost Claws, formed of condensed bone and nearly as large as the Ghost King, emerged from the Void. One claw grabbed an arm of the Ghost King and tore both arms from his body.

"Ah!" The Ghost King let out a sky-shattering howl, a ghastly and mournful scream echoing between heaven and earth.

"Does it hurt?" Shi Feng sneered. "When you tore apart others’ bodies, disassembling them, did you ever consider the pain they felt at that time? When you heard their helpless pleas for mercy, their piercing cries of agony, did you ever think that one day the same would happen to you?"

As Shi Feng spoke, two more massive White Bone Ghost Claws materialized, forcefully gripping the Ghost King’s thighs and continuing to tear them apart savagely.

"Ah! I am the Ghost King, the sovereign of this land, all who enter this realm are merely my livestock!" The Ghost King bellowed angrily. "To become livestock for me, to strengthen me, is also their honor."

"Survival of the fittest, is that it? Now you are nothing more than my livestock!" Shi Feng retorted, and the two White Bone Ghost Claws brutally tore off the Ghost King’s legs. Next, White Bone Skulls began to dance through the air, their gaping bone jaws enveloping the torn limbs in an instant.

"Ah!" The Ghost King continued to howl in pain and grief.

"Daring to call yourself the Ghost King without my decree?" Shi Feng snorted angrily. Then, a series of white bone stairs floated upwards into the Void, emerging beneath him. Ascending the white bone staircase step by step, Shi Feng slowly approached the Ghost King, who wore a giant Ghost Face Mask, and locked eyes with him.

Under Shi Feng’s intense gaze, the Ghost King felt an inconceivable urge to kneel before this seemingly insignificant figure, even though his legs had already been torn from his body.

"You... who are you? Why do I feel this way towards you, a mere human! This is impossible!" The Ghost King exclaimed in shock, unable to understand why he, the exalted Ghost King and ruler of this realm, would harbor such ludicrous feelings.

"All the ghosts in the world are under my control, you insignificant spirit, unworthy of knowing my name!" Shi Feng stated coldly before demanding, "Speak, how does one leave this space?"

Shi Feng’s command fell like a demonic chorus, and the Ghost King felt an irresistible urge to submit, as if facing a true ruler who looked down upon him from high above, while he felt like an utterly insignificant ant, "No! How can this be! I am the Ghost King! I am the ruler of this realm!"

"Hmm!" Shi Feng frowned slightly, like an enraged sovereign with a cold snort.

In the face of the sovereign’s wrath, the Ghost King felt his entire soul shrouded by the ruler’s majesty, his body chilled to the core. With a single outburst of anger from the ruler, his soul felt like it would explode, leaving him no choice but to reveal, "The passage out of this space is beneath my throne in the Ghost King Mountain."

"What else is there on the Ghost King Mountain?" Shi Feng inquired further.

"There is... there is... a Yin Beast," the Ghost King replied.

"Yin Beast? What Yin Beast? Soul Power in the Sixth-stage Realm?"

"Yes... yes," the Ghost King found that with every word the person spoke, it was like a spell heavily knocking on his own heart, leaving him unable to resist. He wanted to fight back, but found himself devoid of strength and courage. "Why is this happening, why is this happening? I am the Ghost King!"

"I don’t know what kind of Yin Beast it is. When I entered this domain, it was already there, only sealed by someone. But now, the seal is weakening, and the presence of the Yin Beast often leaks out. I’m afraid it won’t be long before it breaks through the seal."

"I understand," Shi Feng said. After speaking, the Nine Nether Technique circulated, and the massive body of the Ghost King suddenly twisted like a giant vortex.

"No! Don’t! What power is this! Spare me! Spare my life, I’m willing to submit to you, to acknowledge you as king!" Under the effect of the Nine Nether Technique, the Ghost King screamed in fright and begged for mercy, his voice full of terror and despair.

Shi Feng remained indifferent until the Ghost King’s entire gigantic body twisted into the size of an ordinary human, turned from black to a pale white, and then transformed into a wisp of fine white mist, shooting towards Shi Feng’s brow.

Afterward, a black and white Ghost Face Mask fluttered down from the void and was caught by Shi Feng’s hand.

Having devoured the Soul of a Fifth-stage Peak, Shi Feng immediately felt his Soul Power surge, advancing from Fourth-stage Initial Stage to Fourth-stage Peak.

Looking at the Ghost Face Mask in his hand, its touch icy cold, with a pattern of a ghost face on it that seemed to both smile and not smile, to cry and not cry, it felt eerily uncanny.

Shi Feng put on the Ghost Face Mask and was greatly shocked. The mask had a wondrous effect of strong Soul Power. Wearing this mask, even his Fourth-stage Peak Soul Power could launch a Soul Attack with the strength of the Fifth stage.

But that self-proclaimed Ghost King, being a minor ghost, had too weak a Soul Attack. Even wearing this mask, he did not notice much effect, but the Soul Attack of Emperor Nine Nether was supremely unique in the entire world, incomparable to that minor spirit.

"In the world, there actually exists such a mystical object." Shi Feng took off the mask from his face, holding the Ghost Face Mask in his hand, he couldn’t help but marvel. Even the former Emperor Nine Nether had never heard of such a thing.

Then his gaze turned towards Ghost King Mountain, never expecting that the Sixth-stage Sect Level aura, which had seeped out, belonged to a sealed Yin Beast.

"Sacred Flame, have you ever seen this mask?" Shi Feng communicated with Sacred Flame using his Soul. Remembering that it had lived for so many ages, perhaps it knew the origins of the mask.

"I have not seen it before, nor have I ever heard of it. That such a mystical object exists in the world, you, young man, are indeed dogshit lucky," replied Sacred Flame.

"If even you don’t know, had I known that this mask was so miraculous, I should have asked that minor ghost about its origin," Shi Feng said, and then with a thought, a huge White Bone Ghost Claw emerged from the void beneath his feet. Shi Feng stepped onto it, and then descending towards the ground with him, when they reached the ground, the White Bone Ghost Claw dissipated like white mist, vanishing into the void.

"First, let’s go take a look at Ghost King Mountain." Shi Feng looked in the direction of Ghost King Mountain and murmured softly. Since he’d found such a Ghost Face Mask on the Ghost King, there might be other miraculous things there, as well as that sealed Yin Beast the Ghost King mentioned—if he could devour a Sixth-stage Yin Beast, his Soul Power would surely ascend further.