Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

At the same time.

Looking at the S-class eerie champion in front of him, who had completely transformed into his ultimate form, Lu Ye shouted the words to the sky to call for help. The three words that his grandfather, the Ghost Emperor, had placed between his eyebrows were faintly burning.

What's shameful about losing? He's only been a demon tamer for a short time.

If you can't beat them, just call for reinforcements. That's what the Ghost Emperor ancestors told us back then, and the people he called for aren't outsiders.

So Lu Ye didn't feel embarrassed at all about calling people to join him.

No matter how strong you are, the Ghost Emperor Ancestor will deal with you.

A crack appeared in the blood-red sky, almost splitting the entire sky in two. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire giant city, even freezing all the strange phenomena in place.

In his ultimate form, the top scholar suddenly looked up and discovered a figure standing quietly below the crack.

The moment that figure appeared, he felt as if he were being stared at by an even more terrifying being, and his entire ghostly body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A fleeting glimpse.

The figure that had been standing on high ground suddenly appeared in front of them, raising its right fist.

The top scholar watched as the other man threw a punch straight at him—a simple and unassuming action.

boom!

A circular shockwave, hundreds of feet in diameter, suddenly exploded, accompanied by a piercing blast.

next moment.

In his ultimate form, he was sent flying like a meteor by this punch.

Rumble!

A straight punch reduced all the buildings and city walls that blocked the way to ruins, stretching on and on until it reached the edge of the giant city.

From the air, the entire giant city was almost smashed through by this punch, leaving a straight crack that stretched for hundreds of kilometers across the ground.

"Damn it..."

Looking down at the straight ravine, Lu Ye exclaimed in admiration, "A casual punch has smashed through a city!"

He looked at the person in front of him with his back to him again, and felt that it might not be his grandfather, the Ghost Emperor.

But this is not the end.

The man seemed to look up at the sky and see the huge ghostly face looking down from above.

"Is this your true form? The shape is indeed quite impressive."

After saying that, he threw another punch at the eerie giant face in the sky.

This time it was a powerful fist intent. At first, it was just an ordinary fist shape, but in an instant, when it reached the sky, it had become a fist almost the same size as that ghost face.

This scene left Bai Ye, Chen Chen, Wang Chao, and the others stunned and speechless.

boom!

The dark clouds dispersed, and the eerie giant face that had been hanging in the sky vanished into thin air.

One punch shattered the ghost face, another punch smashed through half a city—it was simply overwhelmingly domineering.

"Hmph, who gave your dog the audacity to beat my son like that?"

The man snorted coldly, slowly turned around, looked at Lu Ye, grinned, revealing an uncanny smile, and stretched out his thick arms as if to hug him.

"Son, it's been a long time."

Looking at the man who appeared in front of him, Lu also pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

What are you doing here?

Not feeling embarrassed at all, Lu Yiquan flashed to Lu Ye's side and ruffled his hair with his large hand.

"Of course I'm here to see my eldest son."

Lu Ye turned his face away, "Who is your eldest son? I don't know him."

"Oh dear, still angry?" Lu Yiquan teased, but a hint of guilt and sorrow lingered in his eyes.

Lu really didn't intend to pay attention to the guy in front of him, but when he turned his head, he suddenly found a gentle woman standing next to him who had taken his hand at some point.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, with red eyes, even someone as strong as him felt a lump in his throat.

The woman gently tugged at his hand, pulling him into her arms and holding him tightly. "Son."

Smelling that familiar scent, Lu buried his face deeply in the other person's shoulder, his voice muffled.

"Mom...you're here too."

His parents passed away when he was five years old.

The last scene in his memory was when he was arranged to be sent to a welfare home, watching alone as the two figures walked further and further away.

So many years have passed, but those two faces are etched in my mind and will never fade with time. Back then, that beautiful and gentle woman was holding him just like she is now.

They kept apologizing and saying they would definitely meet again.

From then on, Lu Ye began to grow up alone.

Although he grew up somewhat rough, he didn't actually hate anything, because that day he could feel the unspeakable guilt and reluctance in the hearts of the two people. Later, in the ancestral graves, he also learned about some of the special circumstances of the Lu family.

Even though so many years have passed since they parted, he still feels a little wronged.

"Alright, alright, I'm all grown up now. What kind of behavior is this, crying and whining?"

Lu also took the initiative to end the long embrace, took a step back, but let the woman hold his hand, and used his other hand to wipe away the tears on the woman's face.

The woman looked at his face with tender eyes, reached out and pinched it, then held it up to her head and smiled.

"You've grown up so much, Mom misses you so much down here."

"Um........"

Lu Ye's lips moved, but he couldn't bring himself to say that he also missed his mother.

"We had our reasons for leaving you so early back then. You've had a tough time growing up all these years on your own." Lu Yiquan's tone softened as he spoke.

"Then why didn't you come to see me last time? You haven't come in all these years." Lu Ye glared at his father, still a little angry.

He's the kind of person who responds better to gentleness than force. He can be melted by his mother, but he can't be gentle with his father at all.

Lu Yiquan smiled but didn't say anything.

The woman explained gently, "We originally planned to wait until you were a little older before we left, but at that time, the Lu family ancestors were engaged in a critical battle with the great demons down below, and your father was needed to go down and replenish the fighting force, so we had to move it up a bit."

"After the war subsided, your father devoted himself to cultivation. He was unable to see you at the Lu family ancestral tomb because he was on the verge of breaking through to the next realm. He only broke through in the last few days and was able to break the restriction of the two realms' laws and return to the upper realm temporarily."

"But no matter how many reasons we have, in the end our son still suffered, and it was our fault."

"Okay." Lu Ye nodded.

If these words were spoken by the father, he would definitely retort, saying things like, "Is breaking through to a higher realm more important than your son? Do you believe I'll keep living and come looking for you, leaving you with no one to take care of you in your old age?"

But since Mom brought it up, so be it. The men in the Lu family are all alike in this respect; as long as a woman comes to coax them, they're all set.

Seeing that Lu had been sufficiently appeased, Lu took two steps forward, threw a punch, and proudly shook his fist. "How were those two punches Dad just threw? Weren't they cool?"

"It's so-so, only my mom likes to see you act tough." Lu Ye casually replied, though he was indeed handsome, he couldn't praise him.

"What do you mean 'just so-so'? I'm the only ghost in our Lu family who practices boxing. I can smash a lightning tribulation with one punch, let alone a little monster." Lu Yiquan tirelessly tried to show that "you have a powerful father."

Lu also glanced at the giant city below. The buildings in the giant city were already collapsing from the edges, which was a sign that the dungeon was about to collapse.

My father indeed destroyed an S-level bizarre instance with just two punches.