Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1356: Chapter 1353: Kill one if there’s one, kill a pair if there’s two! (First Update)

Back then, Youhuan was revered by the generations of Wangui Sec, establishing a faint connection between them. Thus, when summoned, a minuscule trace of his soul descended upon the mortal realm.

Such occurrences were commonplace in the Ghost Realm—not just for Ghost Kings!

Even Ghost Monarchs, and the mighty Ghost Emperors, would establish connections with sects from The Multiverse that offered tributes to the Ghost Race.

On ordinary days, these sects sacrificed fresh and delectable souls to these grand ghosts. When the time came, these ghosts sent their avatars to materialize.

This way, both sides benefited mutually.

It was under such circumstances that he encountered Xue An, who had just been reborn and returned.

At that time, Xue An didn’t kill him but spared him instead.

When this trace of Divine Sense returned, Youhuan felt deeply relieved.

After all, although he was just an ordinary Ghost King dwelling on the outermost layer of the Ghost Realm, he still understood the reputation of the Divine Fire Ghost Sovereign.

Yet, he never imagined that he would encounter this great figure here again today.

And judging by the situation, it seemed the Sovereign was targeting him specifically.

These thoughts raced through Youhuan’s mind like lightning, and he promptly bowed in reverence.

”This humble one greets the Ghost Venerable!”

Xue An said nothing, merely watching in silence.

As time ticked away, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

The black mist surrounding Youhuan churned anxiously, and the ghostly flames in his smoke-shrouded eyes burned with fearful intensity.

Finally.

Xue An spoke calmly, ”These souls—did you take them all?”

As he spoke, Xue An opened his palm, revealing a radiant cluster of light.

This was none other than the souls offered by the Ghost Masters, now entirely gathered and held firmly within Xue An’s grasp.

At the sight of these souls and recalling Xue An’s current identity, Youhuan immediately understood everything. Trembling, he cried out frantically, ”My lord, please allow me to explain! These souls weren’t taken by me willingly—I truly had no choice!”

”Oh? No choice?” Xue An chuckled, ”Go ahead, I’m listening!”

Suppressing his deep fear, Youhuan shakily recounted the event of the Destined Ghost Monarch’s approaching grand celebration, during which numerous Ghost Kings were summoned.

Xue An had already known about this, but after hearing Youhuan’s account, his gaze inevitably flickered.

Because, according to Youhuan’s words, the deceased Cang Ming Ghost Monarch was likely the one who was forcibly summoned to Jing Country by Xue An himself, ordered to self-destruct, and ultimately annihilated in spirit.

Little did Xue An expect this Ghost Monarch to have been residing on the outer layer of the Ghost Realm.

A multitude of thoughts flashed through Xue An’s mind before he smiled faintly. ”So, according to you, none of this is your doing?”

”My lord, your discernment is unparalleled! None of this is my fault! It’s all due to the Destined Ghost Monarch’s tyranny, forcing me into compliance!” Youhuan’s tone conveyed a pitiful grievance, though his hidden thoughts were brimming with anticipation and satisfaction.

He despised the Destined Ghost Monarch deeply, and if he could take this opportunity to shift the blame and set this infamous Divine Slaughter against that despicable figure, it would be perfect!

Moreover, if Xue An could truly obliterate the Destined Ghost Monarch, it would be a dream come true.

While inwardly scheming, Youhuan maintained an outward facade of victimhood and helplessness, as though he were the one wronged.

Xue An narrowed his gaze. ”It does seem reasonable!”

Relieved, Youhuan exhaled softly, wearing a fawning smile. ”My lord, I wouldn’t dare deceive you!”

Xue An nodded. ”In that case, I’ll let you off this time!”

Overjoyed, Youhuan eagerly bowed and nodded. ”Thank you, my lord! Thank you!”

Xue An smiled. ”No need for thanks—it’s something I should do anyway!”

Yet, for some reason, upon hearing this statement, a chill ran down Youhuan’s spine. Despite being a Ghost King who had survived over a millennium, he forced himself to stay composed and joined Xue An in laughter.

”Hm? What are you laughing about?” Xue An asked in sudden bewilderment.

Startled, Youhuan hastily restrained his laughter, his face filled with panic. ”My lord, I wasn’t laughing... at anything!”

Xue An shook his head lightly. ”No, your smile just now—it was strange. Surely you were secretly mocking me, weren’t you?”

Despairing, Youhuan was on the verge of tears. ”I wouldn’t dare mock you! I merely laughed because you were laughing... Ah~!”

Before his words could conclude, Xue An slowly withdrew his hand after crushing Youhuan’s head, speaking indifferently, ”Laughing with me? You think you’re worthy?”

At this moment, Youhuan’s shattered regular form dissolved into swirling black mist, revealing his original ghostly body. He stared at Xue An in utter terror.

”M-my lord!”

Xue An chuckled, ”Apologies, my hand moved faster than I intended—it seems I crushed your head. You won’t hold that against me, will you?”

Youhuan attempted a grin that resembled a grimace more than anything else. ”I-I wouldn’t dare!”

Xue An nodded, then extended a hand to gently stroke Youhuan’s ghostly head. ”Good boy.”

With each stroke, Youhuan’s trembling intensified, and the terror etched on his ghostly face grew more severe.

Even so, he forced himself into the most obsequious smile he could muster, saying, ”M-my lord, I...”

Before he could finish, Xue An crushed Youhuan’s head once again.

A dull crash rang out.

This time, the remnants of Youhuan left him no room for reprieve. He was directly annihilated, his Divine Sense vanishing amidst billowing black mist.

”What... what does this mean?”

In his final moments, Youhuan let out a resentful roar.

Xue An retracted his hand, replying flatly, ”It doesn’t mean anything—I simply wanted to kill you, that’s all.”

”Divine Fire Ghost Sovereign, as a member of the Human Clan, you forged a great reputation in the Ghost Realm back then—but do you think today’s Ghost Realm is still the same?” Youhuan’s voice grew faint, a sign of his imminent demise, full of resentment.

Xue An, however, chuckled. ”Does it matter? As long as ghosts like you—the ones who’ve lost all respect—still roam, I will keep killing.”

”Haha, keep killing? You really think you can kill them all?” Youhuan sneered, his tone seething with venomous hatred.

Xue An answered coolly, ”There’s nothing I can’t kill. If there’s one, I’ll kill one; if there’re two, I’ll kill them both. If there’re too many... Well, I’ll simply destroy this entire realm!”

Hearing this declaration, Youhuan—who had intended to deal a verbal blow to Xue An—froze in shock. He tried to muster a response.

But at that moment, Xue An slowly exhaled.

Whoosh!

A gale swept over the area, pulverizing what remained of Youhuan’s fragmented form, scattering his essence completely, wiping it out.

But Xue An wasn’t finished; he wouldn’t stop with Youhuan alone. With a step forward, he slammed his fist into the ground.

Boom!

A shockwave erupted, instantly spreading outwards. The blood-soaked Youhuan City, built upon heaps of skeletons, crumbled to dust under the impact.

As for the ghosts dwelling within, not a single one escaped—they perished on the spot.