Chapter 683: Chapter 200: The Ghost King as the Buddhist Sect’s Mount? Daoist Priest Fan Will Cut It Down Just the Same! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter for Subscription)_4

Ah, this!!

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"..." The Myriad Sons Ghost King’s eyelids twitched. Although the guandao compared to its massive palm seemed as inconsequential as a silver needle to a hand.

But even a silver needle, if it stabs into a person’s hand, would cause pain, right?

At any rate, the Myriad Sons Ghost King felt a sense of pain, although it was not particularly intense.

But this filled its heart with astonishment.

This person...

Who on earth is he?

Although Fan Wu’s figure was obscured by its palm, making it impossible for it to see Fan Wu, the Ghost King could feel that Fan Wu was right there beneath its palm and very much alive.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King questioned, "Who sent you here? And... who are you? Have all those Ghost Generals I sent been dealt with by you?"

As it asked three consecutive questions, it thought Fan Wu wouldn’t answer, but Fan Wu did.

All that could be heard was Fan Wu saying, "No one dispatched me here. As for who I am? Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple from the Great Zhou Dynasty. As for your Ghost Generals... indeed, they have been dealt with by me."

"Qiulong... Taoist Priest? Qiulong Temple of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Fan Wu?" The Myriad Sons Ghost King never expected the man before it to be a Taoist Priest.

This kind of image differed somewhat from the Taoist Priests it had encountered in the past.

No!

It was not just somewhat different; it was like comparing two entirely different species. This man didn’t resemble a Taoist Priest at all! If the Ghost King hadn’t detected any deceit from Fan Wu’s words, it would have thought Fan Wu was merely spouting nonsense to mock it.

Also... the name Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu sounded vaguely familiar. Hadn’t it heard it somewhere before?

Suddenly!

The Myriad Sons Ghost King’s eyes widened a fraction.

It immediately moved its palm away, disregarding the faint pain there, and its huge eyes fixated intently on Fan Wu.

"Qiulong Temple? Fan Wu?" The Myriad Sons Ghost King spoke, "Is this the very Fan Wu of the Qiulong Temple mentioned by The Great Revered Evil God?"

"Oh?" Fan Wu’s eyebrows raised slightly, a bright smile spreading across his face, "It seems you, Ghost King, aren’t as simple as you appear, recognizing The Great Revered One indeed."

"Are you... really the Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple spoken of by The Great Revered Evil God?!" The Myriad Sons Ghost King’s eyelids were jumping wildly.

Although Fan Wu hadn’t explicitly confirmed it, the Ghost King felt that such a response was enough to confirm its guess as correct.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King remembered quite clearly how The Great Revered Evil God had described this Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple to it.

It could tell from the fury in that country Evil God’s voice which seemed almost palpable.

Back then, the Myriad Sons Ghost King had thought that anyone who could infuriate an Evil God to such an extent must be no ordinary being. It had decided it was best not to provoke such a being.

To avoid bringing calamity upon itself.

But now, to its surprise, the very Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple spoken of by The Great Revered Evil God appeared before it!

And it had thoroughly offended him!

On its side, it was uncertain if it had offended Fan Wu to death, but given the current situation, it seemed to be... a fight to the death, right?

Having reached this thought in its mind’s eye.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King felt its scalp tingle!

Damn it!

Why had Fan Wu from the Qiulong Temple of the Great Zhou Dynasty appeared on the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty? Surely it wasn’t because he knew The Great Revered One was about to arrive here and had prepared in advance to eliminate both it and The Great Revered One in one fell swoop?

That shouldn’t be!

It remembered how The Great Revered Evil God had spoken with a tone full of confidence, ready to tear Fan Wu into pieces, clearly indicating the vast gap in power between them.

At least in the eyes of The Great Revered Evil God, Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple was no match for Him.

But even so.

Even if this man was no match for an Evil God, dealing with it, a Ghost King, shouldn’t be a problem, right?

The Myriad Sons Ghost King even wondered if The Great Revered Evil God was some sort of disaster star, bringing such calamity upon it! It knew that many subordinates of The Great Revered Evil God were almost as formidable as itself, with some even more so.

Being capable of driving such beings into a rampage, it was obvious to any fool that Fan Wu had to be incredibly strong.

Unreasonably so!

One who dared to challenge an Evil God, how could his strength be lacking?

"If I were to say that this has all been a misunderstanding, would you, guy, be willing to call it quits?" The Myriad Sons Ghost King inevitably cowered, for it had survived so long in the Underworld not merely through its strength but also through knowing when to bend.

It had a very flexible spine when it came to subservience, which was why it chose to use the Demon Fetus Secret Technique to ingratiate itself with The Great Revered Evil God.

"What do you think?" Fan Wu replied with a counter-question.

The expression on the Myriad Sons Ghost King’s face was extremely ugly, for it could feel the overpowering murderous intent emanating from Fan Wu.

Such killing intent made it, a Ghost King...

Feel extremely alarmed and terrified!!

This further convinced it... that it was no match for Fan Wu.