Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

"puff!"

This palm strike was extremely powerful and fierce. The man in black robes immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and flew forward like a kite with a broken string.

Her black robe crumbled inch by inch under the corrosive influence of the yin energy, revealing a pale and terrified face.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet she was a young woman!

Upon closer inspection, this woman not only had skin as white as snow and so delicate it seemed to break at a touch, but also long, flowing, jet-black hair adorned with a glittering gold hair ring, giving her a cold and aloof air.

Perhaps due to her serious injuries, the woman now looked pale and listless, which added to her pitiful appearance.

This is exactly the "Yuan Yao" from the original novel!

When Han Li and Zi Ling saw the black-robed woman's true face, they were both surprised, probably because they did not expect that the black-robed woman was actually a female cultivator!

Despite having her true identity exposed, Yuan Yao disregarded everything else and hurriedly channeled her magic power to condense a faint cyan light shield around her body, completely enveloping herself within it.

But to her surprise, her protective spiritual light at the Core Formation stage was as fragile as paper under this palm strike, offering no resistance whatsoever!

In the blink of an eye, the protective aura was shattered.

However, at the same moment the palm strike was delivered, the Soul-Crying Beast used the instantaneous impact to slip off Qin Han's claws, let out a sharp cry, and chased after the direction Yuan Yao had flown off to.

"Um?"

Qin Han frowned, about to give chase, when he suddenly heard a clear, cold female voice.

The veiled fairy Zi Ling reacted the moment Qin Han appeared.

However, he moved with lightning speed, grabbing Yuan Yao who had been slapped away. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully retreated, creating a distance of several feet between himself and Qin Han.

This woman's reaction was undeniably quick and decisive.

However, her cultivation level was ultimately far inferior. Under the pressure of Qin Han's Ghost King level power, her face was as pale as paper, a layer of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and the hand supporting Yuan Yao was trembling slightly.

"This is……"

Zi Ling's gaze fell on Qin Han, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

The figure before them was surrounded by swirling dark mist and soaring ghostly energy. The suffocating sense of oppression was several times stronger than that of the two ghostly figures currently engaged in combat with Han Li!

A thought that sent chills down her spine rushed into her mind!

"Ghost King!!" Zi Ling exclaimed in shock, her voice filled with undisguised horror.

This exclamation exploded like a thunderclap in the arena!

Upon hearing this, Han Li, who was engaged in a fierce battle with two ghostly figures, suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

Just a few feet away, Zi Ling was supporting the seriously injured Yuan Yao. Both women were pale and their eyes were filled with fear.

The emerald green Soul-Crying Beast was perched on Yuan Yao's shoulder, its fur standing on end, emitting low, shrill cries.

But Han Li's gaze did not linger on them for long. His eyes passed over the two women and landed on the dark figure further away.

The moment their eyes met, Han Li's pupils contracted slightly.

Qin Han stared coldly at Han Li, their gazes clashing in mid-air, an invisible pressure spreading between them.

But he didn't give Han Li time to react.

With a cold snort, the dark mist around him suddenly surged, and then his figure flashed, transforming into a pitch-black phantom, rushing straight towards Zi Ling and Yuan Yao!

"Not good!" Upon seeing this, Zi Ling's expression changed drastically. She supported the heavily injured Yuan Yao with one hand and hurriedly summoned a small purple shield with the other.

The small shield flew into the air and grew larger in the wind, turning into a size of about ten feet in the blink of an eye. It stood in front of the two women, its surface shimmering with spiritual light, clearly a defensive magic weapon of considerable quality.

However, this level of defense was completely useless against Qin Han.

Without saying a word, Qin Han extended a claw. A black light flashed on the ghost claw, and the small purple shield was torn open like paper, shattering with a "crack".

And with its remaining force, it continued to fly towards Zi Ling, slamming into her chest. She immediately let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and staggered backward.

Before she could react, Qin Han's other hand had already pressed down in mid-air.

Two jet-black streams of Yin energy surged from the palms, transforming into two black chains that instantly bound Zi Ling and Yuan Yao tightly.

The chains exuded a chilling aura, clearly formed from the condensed Yin energy of this place, with countless obscure runes flowing across their surface.

The two women felt their spiritual energy suddenly stagnate, as if their primordial spirits had been gripped by an invisible hand, and their physical bodies could not move at all.

Zi Ling's face turned pale. She tried to struggle, but found that the more she activated her spiritual power, the tighter the chains became. Strands of Xuan Yin Qi seeped into her meridians, making her shiver all over.

Yuan Yao, already severely injured, could not even stand steadily. She could only lower her head, her face pale, and looked extremely pained.

As for the Soul-Crying Beast on her shoulder, it let out an anxious howl, opening its mouth to spew out the yellow light, looking extremely resentful.

"Behave yourself."

Qin Han glanced at the little monkey indifferently, and an even denser stream of Yin energy shot out from his fingertip, transforming into a fist-sized black light shield that completely enveloped the Crying Soul Beast.

Within that light barrier, the Yin energy was so dense that it almost solidified.

The moment the Soul-Crying Beast was trapped, it let out a painful wail. Its emerald green fur dimmed slightly. After struggling a few times, it lay helplessly at the bottom of the light barrier, just like Yuan Yao, unable to move at all.

The whole process was extremely clean and efficient, taking no more than three breaths.

No matter how fearless this Soul-Crying Beast may be of evil spirits, its strength is ultimately too weak, and it is naturally impossible for it to withstand the strength of Qin Han, the Ghost King.

Thus, a Core Formation cultivator, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a Soul-Crying Beast were all easily "annihilated".

What Han Li didn't expect was that they were completely powerless against Qin Han and were so easily controlled.

"Let them go." At that moment, a cold voice came from not far away.

Han Li forced back the two ghostly figures' attack and immediately retreated dozens of feet.

He held a jade-green flying sword in his hand, its surface faintly crackling with lightning. He kept a watchful eye on the two restless ghostly figures while also keeping a watchful eye on Qin Han not far away.

Because the two ghostly figures did not retreat, they were hovering not far from Han Li's side, staring intently at him, as if they would pounce on him again at any moment.

If Qin Han hadn't appeared so suddenly, these two ghosts would probably already be locked in a fierce battle with Han Li.

For a moment, Han Li, the two ghostly figures, and Qin Han were locked in a standoff, none of them making any rash moves.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, Qin Han's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Release them?" he asked slowly, his voice hoarse and deep. "I can. But what will you offer in exchange?"

Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"What do you want?"

Qin Han let out a few eerie laughs, which echoed in the eerie winds of the Ghostly Land, sending chills down one's spine.

"What I want is very simple: do me a favor, and I'll release them. How about it?"

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Qin Han's smile gradually faded, replaced by a chilling aura.

"What, you won't agree?" He glanced at the two menacing ghostly figures not far away, his tone tinged with mockery.

"What if I team up with those two ghostly figures to take on you alone?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Han Li's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression gradually darkened.

He glanced at Qin Han, then at the two ghostly figures behind him.

The black and gray ghosts had developed sentience and had clearly sensed the change in the situation.

They seemed to understand Qin Han's words, and seeing that Qin Han was also a kind of Yin spirit and fierce soul, the Yin energy fluctuations on their bodies became even more intense, and they seemed to be showing a tendency to join forces with Qin Han.

But Han Li fell silent. If a Ghost King and those two ghost shadows attacked at the same time...

He quickly calculated the comparison of the two sides' combat strength in his mind.

In a one-on-one fight, with the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder in hand, he might be able to hold his own against this Ghost King.

But if you add those two ghostly figures to the mix, then with him attacked from three sides, even if he had a lot of warding-off divine lightning, there would still be too many variables.

Besides, we can't just use up the evil-repelling divine thunder here!

"What kind of deal do you want?" After thinking for a while, Han Li finally spoke, but his tone was calm, and his eyes revealed a hint of vigilance.

Upon hearing this, Qin Han suddenly smiled meaningfully.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."

He spoke slowly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his blood-red eyes.

"I only need you to do one thing for me. Find me a suitable body so I can possess it. Then, take me out of this haunted place."