Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1355: Chapter 1352 Long Time No See, Youhuan Ghost King (Second Update)

”Du Wang still hasn’t arrived? Is that guy trying to get himself killed? Although his strength is decent, he’s still far from advancing to Ghost King! Moreover, Lord Youhuan has long been displeased with him. Isn’t this just handing Youhuan the leverage he needs?” one Ghost Master remarked.

”He shouldn’t be that foolish. Could it be that he hasn’t gathered enough living souls yet?” another Ghost Master asked.

The Ghost Masters fell silent at these words.

”It might be true. You must know, to meet the required numbers, I slaughtered two Human Clan cities under my rule!” This Ghost Master spoke with a look of visible pain across their face.

But clearly, this pain wasn’t because of sympathy for the Human Clan’s fate—it was because their own assets had suffered loss.

Indeed!

To the Ghost Race, humans who could provide high-quality souls were simply considered valuable property.

Sometimes, they would even deliberately nurture the Human Clan under their rule, allowing them to recover and thrive as quickly as possible.

In their eyes, the Human Clan was no different from livestock being raised for slaughter.

Thus, they preferred to harvest them gradually, to ensure a steady stream of resources over time.

But wiping out several Human Clan cities all at once would naturally cause this Ghost Master great ”heartache.”

At that moment, a cold laugh echoed from the darkness.

”Apologies, but the Du Wang you’re talking about might not be coming anymore!”

”Who’s there?” The gathered Ghost Masters all shuddered in shock.

Because, from their perception, the surrounding darkness was utterly empty and devoid of any beings.

This sudden voice was enough to unnerve the ghostly crowd.

Especially the boasting Ghost Master from earlier, who was trembling, with black mist quivers enveloping his body.

Though he outwardly appeared indifferent, he was deeply afraid that the remarks he’d just made might spread.

But just then, out from the darkness, a figure emerged—a young man dressed in white.

When the ghosts present saw the figure clearly, they froze in place.

”A Human Clan member?” one Ghost Master shouted incredulously.

Xue An turned his head slightly, gave the ghost a faint smile, and said, ”Indeed! Is there a problem with that?”

Though they couldn’t fathom how a member of the Human Clan had appeared here, the ghosts’ hearts soon calmed.

After all, to them, humans were nothing more than vessels for harvesting souls—no outstanding threat whatsoever.

The Ghost Master who had yelled earlier let out a bizarre laugh. ”There’s no problem. I was just curious—what on earth is Du Wang thinking, sending a Human Clan member here instead?”

No sooner had the words left its mouth.

A muffled *bang* reverberated—the Ghost Master’s head exploded into a radiant display of black smoke fireworks.

Then its headless corpse slowly slumped to the ground.

Even in death, the Ghost Master couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Dazed and confused, it descended into eternal darkness.

That single strike...

...was like a thunderclap, shocking every Ghost Race member present into silence.

”Who are you?” A nearby Ghost Master, closest to Xue An, roared furiously. Yet, even as the ghost shouted, it began retreating.

For them, avoiding danger was second nature.

Especially considering how strangely the previous Ghost Master had just perished—it unnerved even these bloodthirsty ghosts, prompting them to desire distance.

Unfortunately.

Though the retreating Ghost Master had good intentions, it hadn’t moved more than a yard before its body detonated. Black mist sprawled outward; death was absolute.

At that instant, all the Ghost Masters who had witnessed the scene understood, and without hesitation, scrambled to flee in terror.

But Xue An clearly had no intention of allowing them to escape. His lips curled into a cold smile, and he said in a calm voice:

”You all want to know my name, right? Let me tell you now—your killer is Xue An!”

With the final word uttered, the fleeing Ghost Masters froze in their tracks. Without a sound, their forms shattered and dissolved into nothingness.

And this horrifying sight was witnessed by the Ghost Tribe Guards, who had rushed over upon sensing the unusual disruption in energy.

Initially aggressive, the guards didn’t hesitate for even a moment as they bellowed:

”Retreat!”

They immediately turned and fled.

Of course—why wouldn’t they retreat? What fool would step forward only to die?

After all, the ones who died earlier were prominent Ghost Masters!

The Ghost Tribe Guards who were now frantically fleeing felt no remorse whatsoever. Instead, each one thought:

Xue An didn’t bother pursuing them. He merely stood still, his cold gaze fixed on the chaotic scattering of dark lights, his heart brimming with murderous intent.

All that he had seen and experienced along this journey had already ignited an uncontrollable rage within Xue An.

Across The Multiverse, humans had always been considered rulers, no matter the world they found themselves in. Yet here, within this insignificant plane of the Ghost Realm, humans had been reduced to mere food—kept like livestock for these beings.

How could Xue An not burn with anger?

Back when Xue An dominated the Ghost Realm, even though the Ghost Race was arrogant, they had never stooped to such vile and barbaric acts.

Thus, in Xue An’s heart at this moment, only one word remained: kill.

*Boom*

The first to shatter were the few Ghost Tribe Guards at the front of the group. Then, death descended upon every guard, as if eternal darkness had suddenly enveloped them.

The sound of explosions interlaced with anguished cries composed a symphony of slaughter.

At that moment, an enraged howl pierced the air.

”Who dares to kill my people?”

Then, above the Council Hall, an enormous Ghost King phantom appeared.

It was none other than Youhuan.

His face was full of fury.

He had been in the Council Hall, deliberating with his subordinates about the current events, when he felt a sudden energy disruption outside. Focused on pinpointing the anomaly, he soon realized:

Someone was massacring his subordinates.

This discovery naturally infuriated Youhuan, and he immediately manifested his form, determined to make this insolent fool pay.

Unfortunately, he had arrived too late.

All the Ghost Tribe Guards had already been obliterated, their remains scattered among the dark mist. From within the haze, came the sound of slow, measured footsteps.

Youhuan sneered. ”You think theatrics will scare me?”

To him, it didn’t matter who the opponent was—whoever dared challenge his authority in Youhuan City was destined to die.

In fact, Youhuan felt particularly pleased with himself lately; his cultivation level had advanced yet again, and even his phantom seemed stronger than before. This gave him an additional sense of pride.

Simultaneously, from the swirling black mist, Xue An’s figure gradually emerged.

At the moment his form became fully visible, Youhuan’s previously smug expression shifted to one of shock.

Because he suddenly realized this aura—this power—was eerily familiar.

Xue An raised his head, his gaze fixed on Youhuan’s phantom, his lips curling into a faintly chilling smile.

”Long time no see!”

Shadows around Youhuan quivered violently, nearly collapsing entirely. As for his face, it had become wrought with indescribable terror.

Leisurely, Xue An remarked, ”Was it you who descended onto Earth, onto Mount Qingmang last time?”

Indeed!

This Youhuan was the very same Ghost General summoned by the Wangui Sec’s heir on Mount Qingmang, back when Xue An had first returned to life.