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”Do you know what I was most afraid of tonight? That you would just run away after killing so many people.

”I waited the entire night. I endured, and endured, and endured, and endured. I endured until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and still I forced myself to keep enduring. All just to hold this hand.

”I am very grateful that you stayed here, stayed in Shanghai City.

”Now, holding this hand means I’ve finally caught you. This hand is heavier than the entire world put together. Yet, it isn’t heavier than the ordinary people you murdered, or the ghost hunters who died tragically fighting you.

”This battle will end very soon. I won’t give you any chance to struggle. You won’t even have the time to kneel and beg for mercy.

”Once you go down to hell, make sure you properly repent and apologize to your victims.”

When the ”Gao Tian” before him raised his head again, his disguise was completely torn away. He had turned into a rustic old village man wearing a Green Military Overcoat with a Smoking Pipe clamped in his mouth.

His hand gripped Xu Yuan’s arm tightly. Like an iron hoop.

As if he were holding the hand of a lover.

Tonight, no matter what happened, he would not let Xu Yuan escape again.After circling each other for the entire night, these two entities representing the ceiling of combat power in Shanghai City had finally met.

”Long time no see. Old man, how did you get so old?

”I thought you would have died of old age by now.”

Facing Old Man Sun, who had descended like a divine soldier, Xu Yuan looked down at him without showing much surprise. He just raised an eyebrow and spoke in a teasing tone: ”If I were you, I would obediently find a place and wait to die a natural death.

”You’re already at such an advanced age, and you can barely even stand steady. Why bother coming out here?

”Could it be that you no longer care about the illustrious reputation you spent half your life building?”

While the two big shots held hands and cheerfully mocked each other, Ye Jiu, shivering on the sidelines, couldn’t take it anymore.

Taking advantage of the fact that no human or ghost was paying attention to him, Ye Jiu took a half-step back and said cautiously, ”Um, I’ll be leaving first.”

Then, without giving anyone a chance to react, he transformed into a streak of golden light and dissipated from the spot.

This was his ability. By setting a spatial anchor at Point A, no matter how far he ran, he would be forcibly teleported back to Point A after a certain amount of time.

This process was irreversible. Even Ye Jiu himself could only delay it slightly; he couldn’t cancel it.

Of course, he wasn’t the main character tonight.

Xu Yuan’s eyes were entirely focused on the withered, rustic old man before him. He didn’t even spare Ye Jiu a single glance.

The King of All Ghosts cheerfully suggested, ”How about we go fight on Chongming Island?

”This is the heart of Shanghai City. If I get serious in a bit, I might not be able to hold back my destructive power, and half of Shanghai City will be reduced to ruins by me.”

Old Man Sun still maintained his death grip on Xu Yuan’s hand and sneered, ”Would someone like you actually care about the lives of oth—” Before he could finish speaking, a Black Whistle suddenly appeared in Xu Yuan’s mouth. As he blew it forcefully, a piercing whistle instantly resounded across half the sky. It was an indescribable demonic sound that forcibly drilled into the brain over and over. Many of the observing Fierce Ghosts on the scene were in so much pain that they fell to one knee, clutching their ears.

No one knew what this Black Whistle was summoning.

The next second, countless White Umbrellas opened up around Old Man Sun. Countless Women in the Rain emerged from nowhere, surrounding him completely. Beneath the umbrellas, at least dozens of Sophias revealed eerie smiles and reached out their hands, gesturing for him to take the umbrellas they offered.

The sky-filling torrential rain and the Women in the Rain arrived almost simultaneously. The speed of an S-Level Fierce Ghost’s descent was simply too fast; ordinary ghost hunters wouldn’t be able to react at all. Even a battle-hardened veteran like Old Man Sun instantly fell into a passive position.

He truly hadn’t expected Xu Yuan to be able to summon the Woman in the Rain, ordering around an S-Level Fierce Ghost like a servant.

But even so, amidst the crowd in the frenzied rain, Old Man Sun still gripped Xu Yuan’s arm tightly, refusing to let go.

How many people’s blood, lives, and everything they had, did it take to trade for this single handhold? This arm was heavier than the weight of the entire world put together. Old Man Sun absolutely would not let go; no matter what happened, he would not loosen his grip.

”Do it! Don’t let her interfere with me!”

Beneath the countless umbrellas, Old Man Sun didn’t even lift his eyelids. He merely let out a long shout.

Of all the ghosts present, not a single one knew who exactly he was talking to.

The Supernatural Disaster Bureau had been completely wiped out. Could it be that at a time like this, the lone-fighting Old Man Sun still had teammates?

At the same time, Gao Tian, who was in the mirror world, saw this scene—following the strategy they had agreed upon long ago. He directly released all the Ghost Luck inside his Luck Jar, along with the Ghost Luck he had naturally collected today while passing by countless corpses. Above his head, black clouds churned densely as his Fortune skyrocketed to its absolute peak.

Gao Tian tossed out the Supernatural Die.

The die hit the ground, rolled a few times, and steadily landed on the face of a 4.

The effect of rolling a 4: dispel one supernatural phenomenon caused by a Fierce Ghost.

The Woman in the Rain had no true main body, so even the Urn couldn’t imprison her. Or rather, every single Woman in the Rain was the main body; her very existence was a supernatural phenomenon.

Under the effect of the Supernatural Die, the hundreds of Women in the Rain present on the scene vanished without a trace.

Of course, it was only temporary.

For a phenomenon caused by an S-Level Fierce Ghost like the Woman in the Rain, the Supernatural Die’s effect could only temporarily suppress her. To thoroughly eradicate her, there probably wasn’t a single Supernatural Item in this world that could do it.

However, for Old Man Sun, this was enough.

Without any other S-Level Fierce Ghosts interfering from the side, his odds against Xu Yuan were a three-seven split.

Three minutes, to chop Xu Yuan into seven pieces.

The thick, short Smoking Pipe in his hand had already transformed into a Tobacco Pipe several meters long. It wasn’t too long; the distance was just right to reach Xu Yuan in front of him.

”Have you ever wondered why my nickname is ’Ghost Emissary’?”

”In my life, if I haven’t dealt with a thousand ghosts like you, I’ve at least dealt with several hundred. Seriously, the last time I had a truly hearty battle was over forty years ago.

”I hope you can resist a little longer tonight. You must let this old man enjoy himself to the fullest.”

The instant he spoke, a strike that seemed both fast and slow tapped gently against Xu Yuan’s forehead. It made a sound like a wooden fish being struck.

Strangely enough, Old Man Sun’s speed wasn’t very fast. It was incredibly natural, incredibly casual. It was clearly a sequence of movements that even an ordinary person could see with the naked eye, yet Xu Yuan—who had been as fast as lightning in the underground facility moments ago—simply couldn’t dodge this effortless strike no matter what he did.

Because, in his eyes, the entire world was Old Man Sun’s pipe. That was a fated strike. Before Old Man Sun even swung the pipe, he had already been hit.

Old Man Sun’s pipe strike had reached the level of reversing cause and effect. Under a normal timeline of causality, someone swinging a stick was the ”cause,” and someone getting hit by the ”stick” was the ”effect.” But for Old Man Sun, the moment he drew his pipe—even before the intent to strike had formed in his mind—Xu Yuan’s forehead had already been struck. The so-called ”effect” happened before the ”cause.”

One cannot escape what has already happened. No matter how fast Xu Yuan was, he couldn’t dodge a strike that had already hit him.

”And then what? That was just a light, fluttery tap. So this is all the skill you have.

”Even if you hit me, so what? The first lesson of a ghost hunter is that ghosts cannot be killed. In my eyes, you aren’t even as good as that intern female ghost hunter.

”Is it because you’re too old and got dementia? Truly pathetic. You set up such a massive trap for the entire night, and in the end, this is all you have to show for it.”

Having tanked the strike head-on, Xu Yuan simply stood there. Not even the skin on his forehead was scratched.

He looked at the old man in front of him and only felt that it was sad. Suddenly, Xu Yuan felt some pity for Old Man Sun. This old man had a glorious past, and he was completely unable to accept the fact that he had grown old.

Old Man Sun slowly crouched halfway down, silently smoking his Tobacco Pipe on the ground, completely ignoring Xu Yuan’s cold mockery.

”It’s already over, everything.

”I didn’t expect you to be this weak, Xu Yuan. You couldn’t even take a single strike from my old bones.”

The moment Old Man Sun took a fierce drag from his Smoking Pipe, Xu Yuan instantly realized that his entire body felt wrong. His whole body, like a deflated Leather Ball, flew uncontrollably toward the bowl of Old Man Sun’s pipe. The opening of the Smoking Pipe became as massive as a black hole. Xu Yuan kept getting sucked in, deeper and deeper.

Only at this moment did Old Man Sun slowly reveal the secret behind his title of ”Ghost Emissary”: ”Has anyone ever seen me change the tobacco in this Smoking Pipe of mine?

”Because every puff of smoke I take, and every cloud of mist I exhale—is an S-Level Fierce Ghost I have suppressed in the past.

”No matter how strong or arrogant of a ghost you are, once you’re struck by my pipe, you will obediently be sent into my Smoking Pipe, becoming a wisp of gray smoke that endlessly circulates between my lungs and the mouthpiece.”

When Xu Yuan’s figure completely vanished before his eyes, the carbon buildup at the rim of the Smoking Pipe became a bit thicker. Old Man Sun gripped the Tobacco Pipe and tapped it against the ground, knocking out some of the ash accumulated inside.

Then, from his half-crouched position, he slowly stood up, ignoring the Fierce Ghosts around him.

Thirty-seven seconds. The battle was over.

Of his estimated three minutes, Xu Yuan hadn’t even lasted one.

A sense of emptiness.

How lonely being invincible is.

Old Man Sun felt an unparalleled emptiness.

He had originally thought tonight would be a hearty battle. It would allow his old bones, which had been rusting for decades, a rare chance to go all out and properly have some fun.

When all was said and done, Xu Yuan was nothing more than a mere schemer. In terms of strength, he would struggle to even break into the top hundred of all the Fierce Ghosts Old Man Sun had conquered.

Old Man Sun slowly sat back down. Since Xu Yuan had been dealt with, his next move was to go find the Artist and kill it too.

It seemed that kid Gao Tian’s help wouldn’t be needed after all.

As for these Galan Society ghosts present, Old Man Sun had no interest in them whatsoever.

In his entire life, he only fought the strong. He couldn’t muster any interest in this mob of small fry, which barely even had a few A-Levels among them.

”Wait, something’s not right.”

Halfway through turning around, Old Man Sun suddenly sensed something and stopped mid-turn.

His hairs stood on end as if he were facing a mortal enemy.