When he heard these words, Lu Wuming showed a disdainful reaction.
He had now sobered up, his chaotic thoughts returning to normal. Without these troubles, he didn't think those dim-witted ghost tribes would be his match.
However, even so, upon seeing the man approach, Thirteen, standing beside him, nervously reminded Lu Wuming, "Young Master, please be careful. This is the Chu Er I told you about."
Lu Wuming nodded gently.
If he had encountered this Chu Er before his last departure from the Ghost City, he might indeed not have been his opponent.
Because even now, without engaging in combat, just from the aura emanating from the other party, he could tell that this guy was definitely not someone easy to deal with.
But even if he wasn't easy to deal with, he was still within his capabilities.
After all, his ability was such that the more people he killed, the greater his strength increased. Before coming to the Ghost Realm, they had already killed more than half of the cultivators in the cultivation world. Absorbing so much despair and malice, his current state was truly incomparable to the past.
So, after glancing at Chu Er, Lu Wuming directly raised his ghost claw. Curving his lips, he asked, "Besides the Ghost King, you are the strongest in this Ghost City, right?"
Chu Er smiled and nodded.
Lu Wuming responded with satisfaction, "Then you can die."
The moment his voice fell, he had already attacked towards Chu Er.
The two quickly engaged in battle. Thirteen watched from the side, asking in surprise, "Has Young Master… become so much stronger than before?"
"Your Young Master will become even stronger," Shen Muzhi replied with a smile from the side. "No, perhaps from today onwards, you will no longer be able to call him Young Master. He will become your King, and from now on, the sole King of the Ghost Realm."
Hearing his words, Thirteen looked back towards Lu Wuming.
He knew he wasn't very intelligent.
But at least at this moment, he felt he had made the right judgment.
Their Young Master could absolutely reach the highest position as this man said.
The facts were not far from what they imagined. Perhaps it was thanks to the deaths of those scumbags in the cultivation world that laid the foundation. In any case, during the battle between Lu Wuming and Chu Er, Lu Wuming had maintained a stable upper hand.
This not only surprised Thirteen, but even Chu Er himself found it hard to believe. Staring at Lu Wuming for a moment, he asked in surprise, "Young Master, your strength is not what they said it was…"
"Because the Ghost King lied, and you're an idiot, so you believed him." Lu Wuming rolled his eyes. Every time he faced these ghost tribes, he felt his intellect could completely crush them.
Just like now.
With his words, Chu Er was indeed stunned.
Glancing at his dazed expression, Lu Wuming continued, "Moreover, if I kill you, you will truly die. If you kill me, I can revive infinitely. To put it bluntly, the Ghost King doesn't value your life, and he's sending you out to die for him. If you really die like this, then you are truly foolish to the extreme?"
In fact, if he could, Lu Wuming wouldn't bother with these ghost tribes. In his opinion, killing all those who resisted him was the simplest and quickest solution.
But the problem was that before they entered the Ghost Realm, Liu Buli had repeatedly warned him. If his opponent had no fighting spirit, he should not be ruthless. After all, once he took over the throne, the remaining ghost tribes would be his subordinates. If only a bunch of weaklings remained, it wouldn't be good for them.
Therefore, in Liu Buli's opinion, if possible, it would be best for a master like Chu Er to surrender.
It was precisely for this reason that Lu Wuming wasted his breath on him.
However, the effect of his words seemed to have played a certain role. Because Chu Er stood there blankly. Although his facial expression couldn't be seen, judging by his demeanor, Lu Wuming knew that he was seriously contemplating what he had just said.
From then on, Lu Wuming didn't need to say anything else. Instead, Shen Muzhi took over the conversation. He said, "It's not just you; everyone fighting now is the same. You are merely cannon fodder sent by the Ghost King to die. Haven't you realized it yet? This battle, in the end, is just a struggle for the throne between the Ghost King and Young Master. It has nothing to do with the people below you. Isn't the tenet of your Ghost Realm that the strong are respected? Then, if a stronger person comes to challenge the former king, can the former king still use the strength of his subordinates and bully with numbers? Can that be considered his own strength?"
He deliberately spoke these words loudly.
As a result, not only Chu Er heard them, but even the surrounding ghost tribes who were originally besieging them heard them.
Everyone stopped their actions for a moment, unable to decide who to listen to.
Shen Muzhi continued to chatter, "Young Master is the Ghost King's son, and Liu Buli is the Ghost King's daughter-in-law. This matter, in the end, is their family affair. What are you all making a fuss about here? Don't you find it strange?"
Hearing this, Chu Er finally reacted and said, "But aren't you outsiders too? If we are interfering in their family affairs, aren't you the same?"
"Yes, but if you didn't make a move, we wouldn't either, would we?" Shen Muzhi said, placing his long sword on the ground. He proved his resolve with this action and said, "From now on, neither Thirteen nor I will make a move. You all should stop too. Let them resolve their own family matters. You can also see that Lu Wuming is stronger than all of you. So, if he kills the Ghost King, doesn't that prove he is stronger than your current king? The strong are respected, and strength speaks for itself. You shouldn't mind changing your king, should you?"