"Thank goodness... thank goodness..." Mo Lin muttered to himself.

If it were just an ordinary disaster-level ghost, Mo Lin wouldn't be surprised.

But the ghost before him was clearly not an ordinary disaster-level ghost.

It once possessed Dao Power, and though it no longer did, its strength was still superior to ordinary disaster-level ghosts.

"Crackle... crackle..."

The scene was in a complete mess.

Explosions resounded one after another.

The aftershocks of the collision between the Ghost Qi and the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman rippled in all directions.

This level of battle wasn't a simple exchange of punches or kicks.

It was a pure contest of strength against strength.

It must be said, this blue-black ghost was formidable.

The blue-black ghost remained grounded, raising its palm to make a fist clenching motion towards Mo Lin.

A surge of pitch-black Ghost Qi erupted from under Mo Lin's feet, forming a massive hand on the ground that suddenly clenched tightly.

Mo Lin was grasped tightly by the pitch-black hand.

This was a Ghost Skill!

The power and effect of this Ghost Skill were obviously not on the same level as the Ghost Skills of Chen Xi and her team.

After all, the level of the ghost before him was evident.

The Ghost Skill it cast was naturally very strong.

The strength of a Ghost Skill depends on the strength of the ghost.

Within the black hand, Mo Lin felt the terrifying crushing force from all sides.

The surrounding Ghost Qi began to consolidate.

"Boy... just wait here to die!" the blue-black ghost said, then ignored Mo Lin.

It turned to hunt the other living people there.

Having been suppressed for too long, it wanted to enjoy its ghostly life today.

The Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman surged with purple-black light, swirling around Mo Lin.

Like countless small swords, it resisted the crushing force surrounding them.

The two forces constantly clashed.

The Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman burst forth with a golden glow.

"Bang!" The sound of an explosion rang out.

The black Ghost Qi surrounding them was shattered by the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman.

Mo Lin emerged.

The pungent smell of blood assailed his nostrils.

All around, corpses littered the ground.

Blood flowed across the floor.

The manner in which these people died was tragic.

The blue-black ghost had a hint of surprise deep in its eyes.

It didn't expect Mo Lin to survive.

These people were probably killed by the blue-black ghost while Mo Lin was trapped.

As the saying goes, "The evil reap what they sow, and the good are rewarded."

Xin Lang killed to raise ghosts in his lifetime.

He probably never thought he'd be killed by a ghost, nor that his Xin Family would be wiped out by one.

And this ghost was one that Xin Lang himself had released.

The Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman floated around Mo Lin at a great speed.

The next moment, Mo Lin collided with the blue-black ghost.

The Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman transformed into a golden light, appearing behind Mo Lin.

The light burst forth, forming a vast figure.

It resembled a Dharma Body.

One could liken it to Fatian Xiangdi, something similar.

This was the second form of the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman.

The golden light was blinding, making it impossible to see its exact form.

Only a general outline could be seen.

The instant the Dharma Body with a golden outline appeared, the blue-black ghost panicked.

"What is this?"

"Don't come... don't come near," the blue-black ghost shouted frantically.

But it was of no use.

It tried to flee.

But under the blinding golden light, it couldn't even move.

It could only watch as the golden sword swung down towards its body.

"Bang!"

An explosion sounded as the blue-black ghost was instantly obliterated.

Everything returned to normal.

....

"Hurry to the Xin Family estate; Lord Mo might be in danger." In the center of Beihai City, Zheng Zimin led Qiao Wuran and others to the Xin Family.

"It's likely a hopeless situation now." Qiao Wuran didn't believe Mo Lin could escape from the Xin Family alive.

If the Xin Family were so easy to handle, would they still be called the Xin Family?

"Mo Lin is overconfident, going to the Xin Family alone. What's the difference between that and courting death?" a man in black complained.

"Doesn't know his own limits." Qiao Wuran muttered to himself.

"We're going to the Xin Family; if we can save Lord Mo, perhaps each of us will earn substantial rewards," Zheng Zimin wasn't purely going to rescue Mo Lin.

He didn't have any personal ties with Mo Lin.

He wanted to save him, but it was with purpose.

"One person could probably earn tens of thousands of Netherworld Currency," Zheng Zimin added.

"Right, right. Netherworld Currency is a good thing," Qiao Wuran agreed.

"Fine, for the sake of the Netherworld Currency, let's go save him," a man in black said slowly.

"If it wasn't for the Netherworld Currency, who'd bother saving Mo Lin? Making trouble for oneself for nothing?" Qiao Wuran echoed.

Throughout the journey, he was the most talkative, muttering to himself.

So everyone set off for the Xin Family estate.

"WOC... what's going on?"

Even before they reached the Xin Family estate, the stench of blood was already in the air.

A feeling of dread rose in their hearts.

"My Contract Ghost is afraid?" Qiao Wuran looked at his Contract Ghost.

The fear even spread to him.

It wasn't just Qiao Wuran's Contract Ghost that was afraid.

All of Zheng Zimin's team's Contract Ghosts displayed a sense of fear.

"This..." Qiao Wuran hesitated and looked at Zheng Zimin, unsure whether to proceed.

"Let's go in and see," Zheng Zimin said slowly.

Having been told so, Qiao Wuran said no more, steeling his nerves to follow Zheng Zimin.

If no one else left and he was the only one to do so, it'd be too embarrassing.

After all, he was a level-six Ghost-Controlling Master, and he couldn't just leave for the sake of his pride.

Everyone entered the Xin Family estate.

They were immediately greeted by corpses... lying horizontally on the ground.

These people had died horribly.

Not one body was intact.

"Damn... was this Mo Lin's doing? He's such a freak!" Qiao Wuran snarked.

As they walked, they observed.

Nothing but corpses, and more corpses.

The blood had yet to congeal.

"Is Xin Lang dead too?" Soon, Qiao Wuran was struck by a sight that made his heart tense.

Xin Lang died miserably, with a large hole in his chest.

The heart was gone.

Qiao Wuran exclaimed abruptly.

"Did Mo Lin do it? He's this fierce?" a young man slowly said.

"Probably not, Mo Lin is just a level-five Ghost-Controlling Master, it shouldn't be his doing," Qiao Wuran murmured.

"You're wrong, it was Mo Lin," Zheng Zimin suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

"Impossible..." Qiao Wuran was about to argue when the words caught in his throat.

He looked up and saw Mo Lin's figure.

The oppressive aura was suffocating for Qiao Wuran.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

This fear stemmed from his soul.

Terrifying...

Frightening...

Qiao Wuran couldn't even bear to look directly at Mo Lin.

He had witnessed Mo Lin slay a Fierce Ghost.

That scene would be etched in his mind forever.

Recalling his earlier offense against Mo Lin, Qiao Wuran felt immense regret.

He sensed he had talked too much.

If those words reached Mo Lin's ears, he could very well be the next Xin Lang.

"Um... he's so strong... it seems like he doesn't need us to rescue him, right?" Qiao Wuran whispered to himself.

Mo Lin walked straight towards Zheng Zimin's direction.

Seeing this, Qiao Wuran felt weak in his legs.

"WOC... did he hear what I just said about him? Is he coming after me? Seeking revenge?"

"What to do? What to do?" Qiao Wuran was like a fool, shouting out in panic.

He was truly panicking.