“Ye Yu glanced at He He with slight disdain.”
“How come you weren’t just burned to ashes by the Nine Heavens Incineration back then, you bastard turtle?”
“Everyone else guessed he was at the Ghost Lord Realm, but you boldly say peak Underworld Ghost Realm?”
“What’s the matter, is it so hard to say Ghost Lord Realm?”
“Well, Underworld Ghost Realm it is then.”
“At least it’s an advancement of a major realm — a small takeoff!”
Without hesitation, Ye Yu decisively admitted:
“That’s right, you saw through me. I am peak Underworld Ghost Realm. So what?”
Ding.
Host has successfully attained peak Underworld Ghost Realm cultivation.
In the next second, the ghost qi of this world surged toward Ye Yu like a tidal wave,
thick and overwhelming, almost completely enveloping his figure.
After a few breaths,
with a flick of his sleeve, Ye Yu’s peak Underworld Ghost Realm cultivation fully manifested.
Seeing this, all sect masters and ghosts present furrowed their brows.
“Huh, really peak Underworld Ghost Realm?”
“Not because it’s too high, but because it’s so unexpected.”
Led by Elder Guo, they all assumed Ye Yu was a Ghost Lord Realm powerhouse—
someone playing with mortals recklessly, hence his brazen conduct.
They were even considering retreat.
But if he’s only peak Underworld Ghost Realm, then there’s no need for such fuss.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Yan Tong’s eyes as he looked to the elder Ma Qianshan beside him.
“Yes, though I’m also peak Underworld Ghost Realm, this Youming Temple sect master here is a solid mid-stage Ghost Lord Realm big shot.”
“Crushing a peak Underworld Ghost Realm ghost would be a piece of cake for him.”
Thinking this, Yan Tong felt clear skies after the rain and confidently stepped forward, loudly declaring:
“Ye Yu, you’re just a peak Underworld Ghost Realm, yet you dare to jump around before so many ghost sect masters. You’re courting ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ death!”
“If you’re smart, tell us where the treasure pavilions are and maybe we’ll give you a quick death.”
“Otherwise, I will scorch you with infernal flames for millions of years, make you suffer unbearably, begging for death and not getting it!”
Hearing this, Elder Guo sneered at him disdainfully.
“Heh, you’re getting cocky again?”
“What’s with the attitude? You planning to put on a show?”
“But if he’s just peak Underworld Ghost Realm, we can still fight!”
Elder Guo dropped talk of retreat and stood firmly beside Yan Tong,
brandishing his white bone spear, pointing coldly at Ye Yu.
With these two leading, other sect masters began to loudly roar.
Each looked ferocious, as if eager to tear Ye Yu apart alive.
But constrained by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Map before Ye Yu,
they did not rush in immediately, but waited cautiously.
Among the crowd, Ma Qianshan squinted slightly, his expression growing serious.
For some reason, he couldn’t quite see through this unfamiliar male ghost.
First, he robbed all the ghost sect treasure pavilions.
Now he appeared openly, facing so many sect masters fearlessly.
What gave him such confidence?
This question baffled Ma Qianshan.
Ye Yu watched the ghost beings gradually closing in, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
Honestly, he wished for a lucky break—someone to accuse him of being at Ghost Lord Realm.
But sadly, no one said a word now.
Damn it, was this farce about to end?

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