?Mobile reading Two Ghost Kings were startled—our ancestor has ascended to the rank of Ghost Emperor. The eight-zero electronic book It's quite possible; otherwise, how could a Ghost King have been completely subdued, with no resistance at all, and simply drained of blood, turning into a lifeless corpse in his hands? The two quickly bowed low and jointly said, "Congratulations, Ancestor, on your ascension to Ghost Emperor! You now lead our entire clan!" The stooped figure turned around, revealing a wrinkled, somewhat unattractive face, and smiled, saying, "You two are quite eloquent. Then I'll spare your lives. Just a moment ago, you claimed we would be wiped out—what's going on?" The two then supplemented each other, narrating the full circumstances. The old man grew increasingly furious, punching a deep hole into the stone wall, and exclaimed, "How arrogant the Chinese people are! They dare to attempt to exterminate our entire clan—do they truly believe we, the vampire lineage, are defenseless?" "The two bowed their heads and said, 'His strength is simply overwhelming. We are no match for him. Already, several families with centuries-long lineages have been wiped out under his hand. Countless Ghost Kings have fallen at his very feet. Elder, you must surely avenge us!' The old vampire gritted his teeth and replied, 'He will surely perish if he kills members of my family. Tell me in detail what extraordinary abilities this Chinese cultivator possesses!' The two had only heard secondhand accounts—they had never actually faced Qin Feng, as anyone who had encountered him had already perished. Finally, they recounted the matter of the duel book. 'Chatterbox! A man without any sense of self-assessment,' the elder chuckled, his voice grating. 'To resort to a duel—what a stroke of brilliance! Very well, I shall show him that the Vampire Emperor is no mere figurehead. Dispatch messengers to deliver the message and arrange the time for the duel!' The two exchanged glances; neither wished to go, fearing they might not return at all." Qin Feng couldn't be bothered, and the vampire emperor before him was even more daunting. The two exchanged nods, offering each other encouragement. Soon, the message reached Qin Feng's hands. As the young Qin, he looked at the junior vampire before him—both ghost kings had still been too timid to appear, and had instead sent over the most unimpressive subordinate. After all, in diplomatic conflicts, one doesn't kill envoys, and Qin Feng simply had no need to kill such a minor figure; he didn't want to soil his hands. "Go on, return to your lord and tell him I will definitely show up on time," he said with a sniff. The junior vampire felt as though he had been released from death sentence, scrambling and fleeing with relief. He had truly thought he was doomed. Su Wu stepped out from the adjacent room, smiling. "My approach worked, didn't it? Even vampires value their dignity. Though they clearly knew that a duel with you meant certain death, they still wouldn't want to be seen as beneath their peers." Qin nodded slightly, extended his arms, embraced her tightly, and kissed her deeply, saying, "My wife Xiao Wu indeed has a brilliant strategy. But I feel something's off—how surprisingly quick and decisive they've been in their commitments!" "Are you suggesting this might be a plot all along?" Su Meiren furrowed her brows. "Even if it is, what can we do about it?" Qin the Young said with full confidence. "Agreed," Su Meiren agreed, adding, "If they truly have laid traps, they'll need to bring in more personnel. Then we can launch a full-scale assault!" A white figure drifted in through the window and landed beside Qin the Young—Isabella. She spoke, "We may indeed need to be more cautious. I just came from the vampires' side, and they are extremely confident about this duel!" "Really?" Qin the Young smiled. The beautiful officer nodded, "Indeed, this confidence comes from within. I haven't been able to figure out exactly what it is that causes such a reaction—though I'm certain there are some exceptional individuals among them!" Hearing this analysis, Qin, the young noble, not only felt no fear but became even more eager to meet the opponent. One day later, the three arrived precisely at the agreed-upon location. It was a remote mountain valley, devoid of people and almost entirely bare of vegetation. The day before, Isabella had already visited the site and failed to detect any traps laid by the others. Only a minute remained, yet there was not a single vampire in sight within a three-kilometer radius—were they going to abandon the meeting? Just as the three grew puzzled, a dark silhouette swiftly flew over from the south. Without their exceptional vision, it would have been completely invisible. The silhouette moved with great speed, and the night sky provided perfect concealment, making it appear as though it had simply flashed by. Sasha furrowed her brows and whispered, "Indeed a masterful opponent—far superior to ordinary Ghost Kings. I've never heard of the vampire lineage possessing a Ghost Emperor. Could it be that they've deliberately kept this secret!" "Perhaps he's only just promoted," Qin, the young officer, analyzed. "We've eliminated so many of them, yet the Ghost Emperor has remained silent. That's unusual!" Su Wu said solemnly, "Whatever titles they hold—Ghost King or Ghost Emperor—we'll go ahead and wipe them out!" How truly bold they are—fresh out of the mold, yet fearless. After all, Qin and the beautiful instructor have always treated their guests with great respect. Suddenly, the black figure halted, drifting gently to a stop thirty meters away. His feet hovered just ten centimeters above the ground. Dressed in a tattered black cloak, he looked remarkably like the Master of the Celestial Sect. The black-clad figure extended two pale, withered hands, slowly lifting his hat to reveal a deeply wrinkled, unattractive face. One eye was large, the other small; his nostrils pointed upward, his mouth opened outward, and his chin was sharp enough to be startling. Su Wu nearly choked, opening her mouth in protest: "This person looks absolutely dreadful! How dare someone with such a plain appearance come out and scare people like this!" "Er... er..." The Ghost Emperor emitted an unpleasant sound, saying, "Does my appearance—beauty or plainness—have any bearing on you? Well, actually, it does. I'm sure you all expected to die at the hands of someone truly handsome. I'm truly sorry to have let you down!" "A grotesque figure, indeed. Though I'll be glad to wipe my hands clean after killing you, I can't help but be annoyed by your arrogance." Qin Feng stepped forward, summoning his flying sword and said, "Enough talking—your looks are unimpressive, your voice is even worse. Let's get down to business!" "As you wish," the old man said, smoothing out his unimpressive smile and extending his right hand, which looked like a dry branch, speaking with a confident, boastful tone. "Come on, I've been eager to see the true skills of a cultivator!" Whoosh... The flying sword sped toward the old man's chest. Yet the old man made no attempt to dodge—letting When... the flying sword made contact with the other's skin, it failed to penetrate even a fraction. The old man chuckled warmly, extended his hand, and gently pushed the sword aside. Ice spike. A massive ice spike descended from the sky, yet strangely, the old man, with hands as thin and dry as twigs, grasped it firmly and shook it vigorously, causing the four-meter-long spike to shatter into fragments that scattered to the ground.