A chilling presence of Yin Qi Spiritual Power spread throughout the Nether King Palace.

All within the palace felt this chilling presence.

Thus, besides Zhao Chong, everyone was shocked. Zhao Chong frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of unease. He knew that the Ghost King was about to appear.

"Family Leader Zhao," Zhou Ke whispered urgently into Zhao Chong's ear, "could it be that the Ghost King is going to appear?"

Zhao Chong nodded slightly, and Zhou Ke was stunned.

At this moment, the Dark Law King's shadowy incarnation turned and hurried off into the courtyard behind the Nether King Palace, pulling out the Demon-Sealing Scroll from his sleeve as he went.

Zhou Ke watched closely, his face filled with confusion, and he quietly asked Zhao Chong, "Family Leader Zhao, where is the Dark Law King going at this time?"

Zhao Chong watched the red carpet on the ground ahead with an expressionless face, his eyes seemingly igniting a bright red flame. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed that King Shuanglin, King Qingyu, and King Wumeng had an eerie, relieved smile on their faces, a stark contrast to their previously grim and serious expressions.

In the air, that terrifying presence of Yin Qi Spiritual Power grew more intense.

At the same time, another wave of Yin Qi Spiritual Power appeared. Although equally powerful enough to astonish, it was overshadowed by the first wave of Yin Qi that appeared.

This chilling presence of Spiritual Power came from the Dark Law King.

Once in the courtyard behind the Nether King Palace, the shadowy incarnation of the Dark Law King immediately spread out the scroll and laid it flat on the ground of the courtyard.

At that moment, the scroll trembled violently, as if it could be torn to shreds at any moment.

Not long after.

That chilling presence of Yin Qi Spiritual Power had already permeated the entire Netherworld City, causing a drastic drop in the city's temperature. The previously clear night sky suddenly bore a huge mass of grey-white clouds, and white snowflakes began to fall.

Despite it being the peak of summer, snow was falling. Such an event was extremely rare in the long history of the Netherworld City.

Inside the Nether King Palace, Clan Leader Zhou Ke of the Zhou Family was shivering with the cold, his face ghostly pale and unsightly.

While Zhao Chong still had a slight frown, watching the snow inside the Nether King Palace grow heavier. He clearly understood that the Ghost King was announcing his return in a way that would be engraved in everyone's memory.

With a "bang", a loud noise came from the courtyard behind the Nether King Palace. Immediately after, this sudden loud sound spread throughout the entire eerily quiet Netherworld City.

And at this moment, that terrifying presence of Yin Qi Spiritual Power reached its peak.

Zhao Chong saw that Zhou Ke, sitting beside him, had begun to tremble.

He got up and slowly walked out of the Nether King Palace.

King Shuanglin, King Qingyu, and King Wumeng exchanged glances, thinking that Zhao Chong was trying to flee the Netherworld City at this time.

However, as Zhao Chong reached the doorway of the Nether King Palace, he stopped, then looked up at the night sky, at the snowflakes, and at the large swath of grey-white cloud hanging over the Netherworld City.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and a powerful surge of Yin Qi Spiritual Power burst forth from within him, rushing towards the grey-white clouds.

In an instant, the grey-white clouds were shattered by his Yin Qi Spiritual Power, and the cascading snowflakes vanished, restoring the sparse night sky with the moon and stars.

In doing so, Zhao Chong was telling the Ghost King in his own way that the Netherworld City was not yet a place for the Ghost King to act recklessly.

Seeing this, King Shuanglin, King Qingyu, and King Wumeng were instantly stone-faced and at a loss for words.

It was clear that Zhao Chong's strength exceeded that of the three of them. In a world where strength does the talking, if you're not up to par, you have to shut up. The Ghost King has always advocated for this principle; otherwise, he wouldn't have originally let the Dark Law King become the chief among the Dharma Kings, rather than the wise and resourceful King Ning.

Just as Zhao Chong was about to turn back, a deep and powerful voice reached him.

"Family Leader Zhao Chong!"

Zhao Chong's heart quivered, and an image of a tall, burly man with a rugged face instantly appeared in his mind. That man had a scar over his left eye that, no matter how much time passed, had never faded.

This man was the Ghost King.

Zhao Chong turned and looked towards the depths of the Nether King Palace, at the doorway that connected to the reinforcements. In the corner where the candlelight was insufficient, two silhouettes, one in front of the other, strode out and then grew larger. As more candlelight fell upon them, Zhao Chong gradually made out the appearance of the two individuals.

The Ghost King now seemed not to have changed much from Zhao Chong's memory. However, the Yin Qi Spiritual Power exuding from him had doubled, and the scar crossing his left eye seemed to have faded.

Zhao Chong guessed that this was why he immediately felt that the Ghost King seemed very different.

Following the Ghost King was the Dark Law King, who had now merged back into one with his shadowy counterpart.

"Hehehe!" Within Zhao Chong's trance, the Ghost King had already approached him, "Clan Leader Zhao, it's been many years, and it seems your Spiritual Power has also grown somewhat. In the blink of an eye, you've cleaned up the snowstorm that filled the city."

Zhao Chong looked at the Ghost King, who was wearing a smile.

In his memory, the Ghost King wasn't someone who smiled often.

"Ghost King!" Zhao Chong greeted the Ghost King, "It's been years. The Ghost King's Spiritual Power has increased even more, causing a snowstorm throughout Netherworld City even before your arrival."

Suddenly, the Ghost King stopped smiling, and with a naturally intimidating look, he scrutinized Zhao Chong with an oppressive gaze. His face was stern and his eyes were filled with murderous intent; this was the real him.

Zhao Chong slightly bowed his head, maintaining the respect due from subject to lord without appearing panicked or flustered.

"Ghost King!" Clan Leader Zhou Ke of the Zhou Family then walked over to Zhao Chong's side to greet the Ghost King.

The Ghost King sneered, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards, and then turned his gaze from Zhao Chong to Zhou Ke.

"Clan Leader Zhou, I trust you are well!"

..

The night was dark and windy.

A profound silence enveloped Netherworld City. It seemed as though everyone knew of the Ghost King's presence, so no one dared to make a sound.

Contrary to everyone's expectation, after the Ghost King emerged from his seclusion, he didn't rush to handle the chaos in the Netherworld, but instead hosted Zhao Chong and Zhou Ke for a banquet at the Nether King Palace. After the feast, he returned to his chambers to rest and sleep.

And after all had gone to sleep, the Ghost King, led by the Dark Law King, quietly left Netherworld City and arrived at a desolate mountain some hundreds of miles to the west of Netherworld City.

On this mountain, three tombs without bodies were specially constructed by the Dark Law King for King Ning, King Xin, and King Mieji.

After standing silently in front of the graves of the three deceased Dharma Kings for a long time, the Ghost King slowly stepped forward to the grave of King Ning.

"Brother, I will seek vengeance for you!" the Ghost King said gently patting the tombstone as if he were patting King Ning's shoulder. The bond between him and King Ning was as close as brothers. Without King Ning back then, there would be no Ghost King today.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky.

It was the silhouette of a woman.

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