The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 390: Chapter 245: Slaughtering the Ghost King

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Atop his head, a young man in white, sneering with a sense of contempt, who appeared to be half-embedded in a giant being, surveyed the multitude of ghost kings beneath him.

Although it was his first time descending into the netherworld in person, he had seen it too many times before. He knew exactly what was needed to cultivate peacefully within the netherworld – an overwhelming strength that could crush enemies and an unwavering determination to use this strength.

Playing weak to conquer the strong was utter folly here. If one dared to hide their true strength, the surrounding evil ghosts would take them for weak prey, ready to be slaughtered and devoured. When that happened, revealing one’s true strength would be of no use.

Walking through the netherworld in the guise of a living human, he knew that the moment he revealed himself, he had to demonstrate absolute strength that could crush anything. This would ensure a smoother path moving forward, eliminating potential troubles.

Announcing himself as the King’s Consort of You Huang Ghost Nation above the King City was intentionally provoking a reaction. Even if he kept a low profile, just his status as a living human would draw malicious scrutiny.

Therefore, it was better to be straightforward, to beat up every powerful ghost king under the heavens of the East, one by one within the You Huang Ghost Nation, and if necessary, kill one.

No matter how much chaos he caused, East was there to back him up. What was there to hesitate?

He was free to do as he wished, even if he ended up destroying the entire King City, the East would not react significantly.

Indeed that was exactly what Feng Qing’an did. He manipulated the Dragon Father Giant with the “Manipulating God Skill” and dealt a blow from the Cave Sky, not only burying the Volcano Ghost King, oozing lava and emitting poison, into the ground.

The entire city too suffered some destruction in the process, a huge cloud of dust erupted towards the sky. One could see the deep, rift-like cracks spreading from the area where the Giant’s palm struck, across the Ghost City.

This sudden development plunged many ghost creatures living in the city into panic, some stumbled and fell into the rift that had suddenly appeared beneath their feet.

Merely falling into the crevice was actually the best outcome. When the Volcano Ghost King fell from the sky and landed in the city, the ghost creatures in contact with the Ghost King’s body were instantly vaporized.

Those near the impact were ignited by the intense heat and their painstakingly materialized ghost bodies melted away in the screams.

But this was just the beginning. The real disaster was the subsequent palm from the Dragon Father Giant. Despite his massive size, he could not crush the Volcano Ghost King, who had manifested in his true form mid-air, in his palm.

Yet the palm carried a horrifying force that the Ghost King, despite his furious struggle, was unable to resist and was ruthlessly smashed deep into the Ghost City.

The earth was no more than a ripple on water when this shocking force made contact with the ground of the King City. From the air, you could see the majestic city trembling amidst the rise of rolling dust.

A wall not far away bore the brunt of the shockwave, revealing large cracks, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Countless ghost creatures howled and roared, caught unawares by the sudden disaster.

They could only watch as their kindred were ignited and reduced to ash. As the relentless fire scorched these ghost entities, they were thrown into panic. Before they could even heave a sigh of relief, a towering wave of destruction was unleashed upon the city, engulfing a vast portion of the King City.

Like being charged by an ancient minotaur, thousands of ghost creatures nearby had no chance to struggle or resist. They were squashed to pieces like tofu falling on the ground.

In a moment, one corner of the King City reeked of blood and a thick cloud of Yin Qi filled with tangible hatred and resentment lurked in the low sky, seemingly about to spawn another terrifying monster.

Ghosts’ cultivation was simple in some ways. They progressed from the immaterial to the material, from Yin to Yang. Newly-born ghosts, before they could even hurt human beings, had to think of ways to absorb the Yang energy of the living.

The malevolent ghosts who could prey on humans indiscriminately and take their souls were one in a million. Those who could solidify ghost blood were the finest, and their emergence would attract a congregation of Taoist priests for a mass coalition attack.

However, this was only true in the human realm, and during times of peace and prosperity, corporeal fiends were rare. But in the netherworld, where ghosts had the advantage of being in their domain, such entities with ghost blood were quite common.

Even so, to live in the royal capital of You Huang Ghost Nation, at the very least, you would need a complete ghost body, having limbs, organs, and a structure similar to that of physical beings.

Such formidable ghosts could cause the fall of a city if they appeared in the human realm. However, in the royal capital of You Huang Ghost Nation, they were nothing more than insignificant specks of blood and flesh in the aftermath of a clash between a human youth and a ghost king.

None of the ghost kings paid the slightest attention to the innocently slain ghosts, not even bothering to glance at them.

Sympathy? Pity? Mercy?