I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Hehehe... Chu Feng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The chilling laughter, accompanied by the bronze ghost mask, sounded particularly eerie in the pitch-black space.

As the man finished speaking, four figures, also dressed in black robes but with slightly weaker auras, quietly emerged from the darkness behind him. They were the four deputy leaders of the Ghost Shadow Tower who had previously fled.

In the darkness further away, ghostly figures appeared and disappeared, numbering no less than a hundred, completely sealing off this space and forming a net that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

"Who are you?" Chu Feng's voice was calm, showing no sign of tension.

"Ghost Shadow Tower, Lord of the Tower." The voice beneath the bronze ghost mask carried a metallic, grating quality.

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and grinned, "You Ghost Shadow Tower people are really persistent, like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard."

"Insolence!" a deputy leader shouted angrily. "How dare you, a mere brat, speak so rudely before the leader!"

The Ghost Shadow Lord raised his hand, stopping his subordinates. His eyes, peering through the holes in his mask, scrutinized Chu Feng with interest: "Your growth has exceeded my expectations. The Pill Tower, the Ji Dynasty, the Misty Rain Pavilion... you've turned the Nine Provinces upside down, yet you're still alive. I admire you."

"So what?" Chu Feng picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Join the Ghost Shadow Tower." The voice of the Ghost Shadow Tower Master carried an undeniable magic. "With your talent, as long as you join us, I guarantee that within ten years, the entire Nine Provinces Continent will grovel at your feet. At that time, you will obtain everything you desire: power, wealth, and women."

Upon hearing this, a hint of jealousy and resentment flashed in the eyes of the four deputy leaders behind him. The leader had never before spoken so highly of anyone, let alone made such a weighty promise.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng stroked his chin, feigning serious thought. After a moment, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Sure, it's not impossible."

The four deputy leaders were taken aback, not expecting Chu Feng to agree.

"However, I have a condition." Chu Feng changed the subject.

"explain."

"You, and all the scoundrels behind you, all acknowledge me as your boss, so I will join Ghost Shadow Tower and lead you to glory."

"presumptuous!"

"court death!"

As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the four deputy tower masters were enraged, and their terrifying killing intent erupted instantly.

The Ghost Shadow Tower Master raised his hand, stopping their impulsiveness. His gaze beneath the mask remained calm, but beneath that calm, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging.

"Can."

He uttered two words that stunned everyone.

"On the condition that you survive today."

The moment the words fell, the Ghost Shadow Tower Master flipped his right hand, and a strange flag, entirely black with countless twisted and wailing faces embroidered on its surface, appeared in his hand.

Om-!

The moment the flag appeared, a thousand times more intense aura of demonic energy swept out like a flood bursting its banks, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet to freezing point and filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood and decay.

"Soul Refining Flag?!"

In Chu Feng's mind, the Thunder Lord's roar, filled with shock, exploded!

"What is this thing?" Chu Feng felt a chill in his heart. He could feel that the threat this flag posed to him was even greater than the "God-Slaying Blade," a king-grade spiritual weapon that the Misty Rain Pavilion Master had used before!

"Isn't this the old Ghost King's natal magic weapon? How did it end up in this guy's hands?" Thunder Lord's voice was filled with disbelief.

"No!" The voice of Medicine King Yun Qingzi rang out immediately, with a hint of solemnity, "This is not the real Soul Refining Banner. The Great Dao Laws on the banner are incomplete. It should be a replica."

"A counterfeit?" The demoness's voice carried a hint of surprise. "As far as I know, the Soul Refining Banner was forged by the Ghost King using his own primordial soul; it is unique. To counterfeit it, one would need the Ghost King's own essence and soul; otherwise, it's impossible. Could it be... that the Ghost Shadow Pavilion is related to the Ghost King?"

"Who is the Ghost King?" Chu Feng asked, frowning.

"A top-tier powerhouse who fought his way out of the underworld in ancient times!"

Lei Zhu explained in a deep voice, "That guy was originally a strong contender for the title of Lord of the Underworld, but he failed in the competition and left the Underworld in a fit of anger, establishing his own sect and calling himself the Ghost King."

"His strength was so great that even in the Upper Realm back then, he was a force that could give even a holy land a headache. However, he was later hunted down and suppressed by the new Lord of the Underworld, and everyone thought he had been completely annihilated."

"I'm afraid he's not dead." The demoness's voice turned colder. "He may have escaped to this depleted spiritual realm after being severely injured, barely clinging to life. And this Ghost Shadow Tower may be the force he secretly created to harvest the souls of the living and help him recover from his injuries."

"If that's the case, then we're in trouble." The Medicine King's voice was more serious than ever before. "Once the Ghost King recovers to his peak condition, unless the rest of us also recover to our full strength, we combined won't be enough to defeat him with one hand."

Just then, the hoarse voice of the Ghost Shadow Tower Master rang out again, like the final ultimatum of death.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Surrender, or... your soul will be annihilated, never to be reincarnated again!"

"Submit to your mother's money!"

Chu Feng's response was simple and direct, filled with undisguised contempt and murderous intent.

"very good."

The Ghost Shadow Tower Master seemed to be completely enraged, and he suddenly swung the Soul Refining Banner in his hand!

"The Night of Ten Thousand Ghosts!"

Ugh—!

A piercing ghostly howl resounded through the heavens and earth. On the black banner, countless twisted soul shadows broke free and transformed into a terrifying army of vengeful ghosts and resentful spirits. They blotted out the sky and, carrying endless resentment and death energy, rushed madly towards Chu Feng!

In an instant, Chu Feng felt as if his soul was being torn apart by the terrifying sound waves. Countless illusions appeared before his eyes, his mind wavered, and he almost succumbed to the power of the sound waves.

"Give me the town!"

Chu Feng bit his tongue sharply, the sharp pain instantly bringing him to his senses. Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned the Burial Coffin from his mind!

Om-!

The blood-red ancient coffin floated in the air. The coffin lid slid open, and a bottomless blood-red vortex appeared out of thin air. An unparalleled devouring power suddenly erupted!

"What...what is this?!"

The Ghost Shadow Tower Master stared at the blood-red ancient coffin emanating an ominous aura, his pupils beneath the mask suddenly contracting.

He sensed a power from that ancient coffin that was even more sinister and domineering than his Soul Refining Banner!

"I don't care what kind of banner it is!" Chu Feng's eyes flashed with madness as he pointed at the countless ghostly figures and roared, "Swallow them!"