On San Chuan Island, terrifying aftershocks spread out, leaving behind a wasteland.
The massive body of the Green-faced Ghost had long vanished, leaving only an oval-shaped crater. In the center of the crater stood a black sword, from which wisps of destruction emanated.
In mid-air, under the awe-struck gazes of everyone, Ling Chen's body slowly descended.
The Ghost Slayer.
All eyes focused on Ling Chen, and in the hearts of everyone, a shocking title surfaced, an unprecedented name.
However, at that moment, Ling Chen's heart remained unmoved because he knew well that being able to slay the Green-faced Ghost was the result of the Human Emperor's burning will; with his own strength, he couldn't have achieved such a feat.
Not only did Ling Chen feel no sense of accomplishment, but he also had a tinge of sorrow. After all, the Human Emperor's will had accompanied him for so long and was now completely obliterated. Ling Chen felt a bit sentimental, as if he'd lost a close relative.
