His combat power was extremely strong, but Ming Yue wanted to see if this person had made any progress after such a long time.
Soon, under Ming Yue's merciless offensive, the high-ranking members of the Demon Exterminators discussed amongst themselves and then invited Long Zhen to the stage.
However, his strength seemed not as formidable as rumored, as he was repeatedly forced back by the vengeful spirit on the stage.
Ming Yue felt bored. She had originally intended to take action herself, but now it seemed he lacked the strength to warrant her personal intervention.
She simply instructed her subordinate on the stage, "Just cripple him!"
Xing Yuan, however, was quite confident in Long Zhen, after all, he was the male protagonist! As long as his luck was still with him, a comeback against the odds was just a routine operation.
Of course, she had no intention of reminding her sister. Occasionally watching her make a fool of herself seemed like a good show.
At the last moment, as if divinely aided, Long Zhen cleaved the vengeful spirit that had been dominating him in two with a single strike. However, the gap in their strength was too great, and the vengeful spirit was merely weakened and knocked off the stage.
Long Zhen had never suffered such a significant setback, but he had to admit that this organization, the Vengeful Spirits, was indeed powerful.
Yet, when he met Ming Yue's playful gaze, he completely forgot that he had once hired people to "deal with" her.
He jumped onto the stage with a cold expression, his demeanor as arrogant as ever, and rudely asked, "You are that Ghost King."
"Yes," Ming Yue replied, not moving from her seat, simply uttering a single word.
It was good that he wasn't that weak; after all, she had planned to deal with him personally.
"What do you all think?" Ming Yue stretched lazily, leaning back in her chair, appearing as if she didn't care about anyone else.
"This... you are indeed formidable, but this matter concerns the future of humanity. Making a hasty decision might not be wise." Having witnessed her strength, the high-ranking members of the Demon Exterminator Alliance became more tactful.
Her subordinates could fight their ace to a draw, let alone herself. To fight without the ability to win was not bravery, but foolishness.
"Then agree with my proposal. Today is the final ultimatum," Ming Yue narrowed her eyes, her casual words filled with threat.
"Of course, you have the right to refuse, but then don't blame me for enforcing it directly. I believe you will unite against a common enemy like me, but why should I directly confront you head-on?
Assassination or the like, we are quite skilled at that too."
Ming Yue looked at the silent people before her with a hint of mockery. She had truly overthought things earlier. Could they dare to fight her directly?
Although they were adept at vying for power, if it came to sacrificing their lives, they would undoubtedly push the responsibility onto each other.
"There's one more thing!" Ming Yue said calmly, her gaze towards Long Zhen clearly filled with killing intent. "Other matters might have room for negotiation, but this person's life, I must have."
As the crowd looked on in confusion, Long Zhen also seemed puzzled and asked, "Why? I don't think I know you! And do you have the ability?"
"Don't know? Heh!" Ming Yue's previously fair hand instantly transformed into sharp claws. "But I remember you! I remember clearly how you casually ordered others to deal with me."
Long Zhen was startled, but his years of being a domineering CEO and a proud dragon-like figure had accustomed him to trampling on laws. For so many years, although he had never personally killed anyone, he had many subordinates eager to please him.
For the benefits he promised, a single word from him could make them go through fire and water, even kill for him. Therefore, even though he knew these people died because of him, he never cared, nor did he ever consider that someone would one day seek revenge for it.
However, Long Zhen was not afraid. He simply looked at the person opposite him, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Oh, he was single now, able to feed himself and no one else to worry about. And being a proud dragon-like CEO, he had always placed his own life at the back of his mind.
As if sensing his insufficient strength, Long Zhen initiated the attack towards Ming Yue.
A sharp greatsword was wielded by him as if it were an extension of his arm. Although Ming Yue disliked the man, she acknowledged his strength. Without underestimating him, she attacked with full force.
At this moment, she revealed a somewhat grotesque form, the appearance she had at the time of her death. If it weren't for the desire for personal revenge, Ming Yue would have been reluctant to transform in front of everyone.
However, in the eyes of a fish, all humans probably looked similar.
Xing Yuan watched the two fight with excitement, suddenly reminiscing about the past when she would cheer behind her sister as she fought. Although it had been a long time, to her, it felt like yesterday.
But now!
Xing Yuan unleashed her power without reservation, stomping heavily on the ground, and also on the hearts of everyone present except for the two who were fighting ferociously.
Looking at the massive pit that appeared on the ground, those who had intended to intervene immediately retreated. Whether they could rescue anyone was uncertain, but one thing was definite: they would die first.
Xing Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the duel above with seriousness. The male protagonist indeed possessed luck, but in a world like this, his luck was finite, especially at a critical juncture of world advancement. His purpose was to aid this world.
Once his actions harmed the world's interests, he would be unhesitatingly discarded. This was reality, a reality even the Heavenly Dao possessed.
After all, although the Heavenly Dao was said to be emotionless, it was still a deity.
And amidst their battle, Xing Yuan clearly saw the male protagonist's luck being reclaimed, and at an ever-increasing speed. It seemed the Heavenly Dao had made its choice, a correct one.
With the disappearance of his luck, Long Zhen seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, becoming increasingly weak, even unable to stand steadily.
Ming Yue didn't understand the reason, but she clearly felt that a deterrent force she had sensed emanating from Long Zhen had vanished.
Winning too easily gave Ming Yue a sense of unreality, but when she saw the disheveled Long Zhen, all the unreality transformed into killing intent, driving her to end her enemy.
In fact, she did just that. Her claws, imbued with malevolent energy, slashed across his throat, pierced his heart, and resentment corroded his soul. Ming Yue realized with absolute clarity: he was dead, reduced to ashes, even more miserably than she had been.
For a moment, her emotions became surprisingly complex, as if with a sense of reluctance. Her past was now completely severed.
From this moment on, she was merely the Ghost King.