Asura Mad Emperor

"Run! Run for your life!"

As the cultivators fled at high speed, they wailed loudly, rushing past Qinchuan and the others, trying to escape in another direction.

"Thud!"

Just then, several columns of black fog shot up in the direction of the escape, and a cold, fierce light suddenly appeared, beheading several people in the lead.

The ghostly qi spread through the corpses, turning them dry in an instant, their appearance horrifying as they became withered mummies.

"Hmph, where do you think you are going!"

Several ominous presences charged with ghostly qi emerged from the Divine Peaks, with a number of Ghost Race experts standing firm in the void, completely encircling the arena.

These Ghost Race experts looked fierce and ferocious, with terrifying appearances, and each of them had the cultivation level of a Supreme Saint Expert.

Standing all around, like demon peaks bearing down, it was suffocating just to behold them.

"What the hell, where did these come from?"

The cultivators, frightened out of their wits by the Ghost Race experts, turned even paler with panic.

"Judging by their appearance, they seem to have been laying in ambush here for a long time!"

A cultivator's voice trembled with fear as he spoke.

They were now trapped in a dire situation.

"Young Master Qin, save us!"

The cultivators being pursued saw no way out and could only turn to Qinchuan, crying out for help.

Just now, Qinchuan alone had fought against dozens, if not hundreds, too shocking to behold. Perhaps only he could stand against these terrifying beings now.

Before everyone could finish speaking, that terrifying presence chasing them, like a monstrous demon wave sweeping across the ocean, surged in this direction and arrived at the edge of the arena.

Its aura was overwhelming, exerting a pressure so intense that many cultivators couldn't stand firm, collapsing to their knees.

"Great King!"

Seeing the newcomer, the many Ghost Race Cultivators surrounding the arena knelt down as one, with the utmost respect.

The person in question was none other than a Ghost King of the Ghost Race—Ghost Ci!

"What happened here? Why has this array been destroyed?"

Ghost Ci saw at a glance that the array was collapsing, and he frowned and asked.

"Reporting to the Great King, in the past few days, these Human Cultivators have unleashed a large battle!"

The Ghost Race experts ambushed among the Divine Peaks were acting on Ghost Ci's orders to back up Cang Yuan and others.

In reality, they had arrived around the Divine Peaks long ago, but seeing no sign of Cang Yuan and the others, they had not made any rash moves.

It was only upon sensing Ghost Ci's presence pursuing these cultivators that they emerged from the shadows to intercept the fleeing cultivators.

After the little Ghost General informed Ghost Ci of everything he had seen and heard, a cold and indifferent glint flashed in Ghost Ci's eyes.

"So it was you who intruded into our clan's array!"

Ghost Ci gazed at Qinchuan, his eyes piercing, filled with an unbridled and aggressive intent, as if he longed to kill Qinchuan on the spot.

"How exactly did you get into our clan's array? What happened underground, and why has the Ancestor's will disappeared? What happened to Cang Yuan and the others?"

Ghost Ci looked down menacingly at Qinchuan, questioning him from a position of superiority.

He didn't even consider Qinchuan worthy of his regard, seeing him as nothing more than an animal to be slaughtered at will.

If Qinchuan wished to answer, he would answer, and if not, Ghost Ci had ways to make Qinchuan speak obediently.

Qinchuan stood in the void, unflinching, already aware of who the newcomer was.

"I was wondering who could command such a grand entrance. It turns out to be the Mansion Master of Kui Yin Mansion in person."

Qinchuan glanced askance, his eyes full of contempt as he continued.

"What are you to question me?

To say nothing of a mere Mansion Master of Kui Yin Mansion, even the Domain Lord of your Underworld Great Domain wouldn't dare to breathe heavily in my presence."

Qinchuan spoke with a casual air, his voice not loud, but filled with unquestionable and rebuttal-proof domineering force, which actually made many Ghost Race experts' hearts tremble.

"You actually recognize my identity?!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Gui Ci's eyes as he looked at Qinchuan with uncertain astonishment.

In the Underworld, which is boundless and vast, the territories are subdivided from top to bottom into Realms, Continents, Domains, and Mansions for ease of management.

This division of power is not much different from that of the Divine Wilderness Continent.

The entire Underworld is One Realm, beneath which are countless Continents, and under the Continents are innumerable Domains.

Unlike the Divine Wilderness Continent, in the Underworld, beneath the Domains, there are countless Mansions, each governing and commanding its respective forces within a certain area.

In fact, the division of power in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, including the Underworld and Divine Realm, due to their origin from the Divine Wilderness Continent, is distinguished in the same way—Realms, Continents, and Domains.

Just as the Upper Realm has Three Thousand Continents, the Underworld governs One Thousand Continents, and although the Divine Wilderness Continent is the most ancient, it only has Four Great Continents.

Beneath the Continents are the various Domains.

This Kui Yin Mansion was precisely one of the Mansions within the Drought Domain of the Heavenly Demon Continent.

Qinchuan had entered and exited the Underworld countless times, and although he hadn't memorized every Domain and Mansion, the impress of Kui Yin Mansion was etched deep in his memory.

Because back in his second life, when he first entered the Underworld, it was the Mansion Master from Kui Yin Mansion who came to obstruct him.

"How could this Young Master not have heard of the infamous Kui Yin Mansion, that once upon a time had an arm severed by a single blade, its Master so terrified that he hid in the depths of magma for a full three years, turning the once revered mansion into a laughingstock?" Qinchuan said indifferently.

"You... How do you know?!"

Upon hearing this, Gui Ci's expression became even more brilliant, and the pressure emanating from his body weakened slightly.

But he soon firmed up inside and demanded sternly.

"These are the closely guarded secrets of my Kui Yin Mansion; even most of the strong among my race are not privy to this information. How would a Human like you be aware of it?"

Of course, Qinchuan wasn't about to tell him that he was the person who forced the Kui Yin Mansion Master to hide for three years.

Seeing the contempt in Qinchuan's eyes, showing no interest in answering him, Gui Ci's gaze grew colder.

"Hmph, since you refuse to speak, this Young Master has his own ways to make you talk!"

"Liang Yu, take him down."

"Yes, sir!"

A fierce and ugly little demon stepped forward from behind him.

"Human boy, will you surrender willingly, or must I take action personally!"

Liang Yu was enveloped in black fog, with Dao Magic flitting in and out of visibility, clearly a Saint Eighth Rank Ghost Race expert, corresponding to the Intermediate Stage of a Supreme Saint in the Human Race.

"Just you alone?"

Qinchuan scanned the surroundings and saw a total of eight Ghost Race experts, including Gui Ci.

Among them, Gui Ci and two others were at the Supreme Saint Late Stage of Cultivation Level, while the remaining five were all at the Intermediate Stage.

"All of you come at once; this Young Master does not want to waste time," Qinchuan pointed the leftover adversaries and spoke calmly.

"Oh, and that includes you," Qinchuan's gaze finally focused on Gui Ci.

"You..."

"Brat, you're too arrogant!"

The many Ghost Race Cultivators shouted angrily, as Qinchuan was completely disregarding them, wanting to take on eight by himself.

"A mere Fourth Rank Saint, I wonder who gave you such gall?!"

Liang Yu's eyes flickered with lightning, his black robes dancing, his arms exuding streams of black fog, and his entire person started to grow larger.

"Boy, your arrogance knows no bounds; to deal with you, I alone am more than enough!"

Liang Yu gripped a black War Spear, charging towards Qinchuan.

Black lightning flickered under the blood moon, like a black dragon crossing through the void.