"The first thing I, Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving, do is revenge."

Mr. Ghost savored the bloody scent permeating the Black Prison.

The blood slowly evaporated into the air, being absorbed by the inscriptions on his body.

The red glow seemed to intensify.

"These people imprisoned in the Black Prison have been my neighbors for years." Mr. Ghost turned around, gazing at the enormous hole he had blasted in the elevator shaft with his power: "This is my parting gift to them."

With that, he stepped slowly toward the hole.

He lifted his right hand.

And slammed down his palm!

Boom!

The ground started to fracture.

Atticus Marsh tried to mobilize his Spiritual Power, but still felt dizzy, his head about to explode.

Luckily, the tremor lasted only a moment.

"I shattered their organs and their shackles." Mr. Ghost turned around, chuckling: "Would you say I am merciful?"

"Indeed!" Atticus Marsh nodded repeatedly. "Mr. Ghost, I pledge the allegiance of the Black Pine League to you. Should I harbor any disloyalty, may I die by a thousand arrows piercing my heart! Tonight, I'll arrange a banquet for you, gathering the members of the Black Pine League to meet you. How does that sound…"

"Very well!" Mr. Ghost nodded, pointing at Atticus Marsh, his voice cold: "I'm not worried about your disloyalty; should you dare, it's easy for me to kill you. I've been out for years; I should explore. Kill some people, have a little feast. Tonight, I'll wait for you at the palace."

With that, Mr. Ghost left behind a gust of wind.

His entire being vanished.

At the same time!

Inside the Black Prison.

Amid countless corpses, a hand twitched.

"Oh…"

Soon, the resurrected 'corpse' pushed off the dead bodies piled on top of him, standing up slowly.

"I, Devlin, truly have a stubborn fate, never truly dying…" Devlin looked at his trembling hand, slowly trudging toward the heavily damaged elevator shaft, climbing up inch by inch through the passage Mr. Ghost blasted open.

Black Pine League.

Neolle Leocadia.

The road was littered with broken bodies.

Atticus Marsh quickened his pace, feeling very flustered.

"Master Marsh."

The guards inside the palace's inner hall saw Atticus Marsh, nodding and bowing.

"Where's the king?" Atticus Marsh asked aloud.

"The king is missing."

The guard responded truthfully: "The other three royal family members are already inside waiting for you."

"Alright!"

Atticus Marsh furrowed his brow.

At this critical moment, where did Declan Marsh go?

Could it be he fell victim to Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving?

He pushed open the door.

In the hall, the three Marsh brothers were seated.

"Mr. Jackson, what's going on! So many people from Black Pine League are dead, and the Black Prison is destroyed." Hayden Marsh stood up to meet him, worried: "The situation seems out of control."

"Where's Declan Marsh?"

Atticus Marsh reached the table, picked up a cup of water, and drank.

Clearly terrified, cold sweat covered him.

Mr. Ghost's horrifying methods when killing people frightened him!

This demon.

Truly a demon!

"Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving gave me only an hour, demanding that Declan Marsh be killed. I had no choice but to stabilize him, deceiving Declan Marsh. After Mr. Ghost emerged, he destroyed the Black Prison. Tonight, I'm hosting a banquet inviting him." Atticus Marsh explained.

"As soon as the alarm sounded, Declan Marsh disappeared. Apparently, fearing assassination, he fled." Konrad Marsh shook his head: "He's a coward. We've supported him for so long, but now it seems it would have been better to oust him earlier."

"It's rather good; he's gone, leaving the Black Pine League to us four. But let me say one thing." Hercules Marsh lifted a teacup, spoke softly: "Among us four, we must never fight for power and kill each other. Historically, such things happen often. If we kill each other, it only benefits others."

On hearing this, the others exchanged glances.

"You're right, but how to handle the Black Pine League…" Atticus Marsh sat trembling in his chair, even as a Great Grandmaster.

His legs were shaking.

"Following Mr. Jackson's suggestion, using Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving to defeat Boulevard and Demarco Mount will grant us vast territory." Hayden Marsh pondered briefly, giving his first opinion: "We divide it into four parts, with each one ruling as Alliance Hierarch for ten years. How does that sound?"

"Agreed."

"Excellent."

"I agree too."

None opposed, finding the plan reasonable.

They understood well that any flaws arise internally.

As long as the four united, the future benefits would be abundant.

Besides, it was far from a time to vie for power.

Even if they wished to squabble, it would have to wait until they defeated Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and Boulevard.

"By the way, immediately send people to find Bane Cook." Atticus Marsh gulped down three cups of tea: "Declan Marsh's disciple told me that before dying, Declan Marsh entrusted Bane Cook with some words. By chance, when Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving went on a killing spree, Bane Cook, as Declan Marsh's most trusted disciple, was absent?"

"No leaks must occur! Vidal Leopold!"

Konrad Marsh shouted.

A Martial Artist immediately entered from outside.

"Go, bring Bane Cook back. Living or dead, he must be found. No matter what, he cannot leave my Black Pine League!"

Konrad Marsh ordered in a deep voice.

Leaked information would gravely undermine the royal authority.

"Additionally, locate the king, immediately!" Hayden Marsh added.

"Understood!" Vidal Leopold nodded, promptly leading his men away.

He was the Imperial Guard leader.

His subordinates were elite, ensuring the highest efficiency.

"Since Declan Marsh doesn't want to face reality, he'll just wait to die. His existence will always be a threat to our authority." Atticus Marsh tapped the table with his middle finger, a smirk rising on his lips.

"Perfect. Using Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving, let him help clear those who defy us."

The four chuckled knowingly, raising their tea cups, each taking a sip.

"How is the preparation of the Ten Halls of Yanluo Formation?" Atticus Marsh asked aloud.

This formation was crucial!

Only the Ten Halls of Yanluo can subdue Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving.

"Ready, but the challenge is deceiving Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving into drinking the wine; that's crucial." Hayden Marsh worried: "If discovered, we'll all die. Yet, if he doesn't drink the wine, the Ten Halls of Yanluo Formation cannot function."

Their plan was to lure Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving into the palace.

In the palace, invite him into the trap!

Lay out the Ten Halls of Yanluo Formation, trapping Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving.

This formation was set by a master in the Black Pine League years ago, making the entire hall a formation!

They had to lure Mr. Ghost away from the Black Prison into this hall to act.

But the formation's prerequisite was Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving had to drink a specially concocted wine.

"I've got a plan." Hercules Marsh stood up, chuckling: "The Holy Maiden and High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe are still in the palace, aren't they? If the High Priest acts, briefly hallucinating Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving, he could drink the wine. Such momentary work is doable."

"Great idea! I'll go find them now before it drags on!" Atticus Marsh drank tea, promptly leaving the council room.

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