Super War God in the City-Chapter 502 -

Ling Fan had already cultivated Soul Power, which was further sublimated when he was at Shennong Peak, and his formidable Soul Power also had a soul-quelling effect on Yin Souls.

The Yin Ghosts released by Wu Hua, although ferocious and terrifying in appearance, were still of the lowest rank, and simply could not withstand the soul annihilation from Official Ling's Soul Power.

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As the storm of Soul Power swept through, all the lesser ghosts were annihilated by Ling Fan's Soul Power, except for the five great Ghost Kings.

The sight of this caused Wu Hua's heart to bleed. These spirits were the accumulation of generations of the Yin Ghost Sect, not just those he raised himself. The loss of each one would take many years to replace.

Moreover, capturing a Ghost Soul was also a matter of chance, and it was uncertain how many ancient tombs one would have to delve into to find just one.

Wu Hua's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the five remaining Ghost Kings struggling to flee, about to cast a spell to recall them.

However, these Yin Souls were simply too close to Ling Fan to begin with, affording him an excellent opportunity to counter-attack. The Ghost Souls didn't get far before they were engulfed by the passing storm of Soul Power.

After a wail of despair and anguish, the five Ghost Souls, fierce and savage, disintegrated and vanished into thin air.

"Ah!"

Wu Hua cried out, collapsing to the ground with a ghastly pale face and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts Technique was broken, and he, too, suffered a significant backlash. The loss was devastating to him; as the Yin Souls dissipated, the pervasive Yin Sha Energy in the air gradually cleared away.

In the blink of an eye, golden sunlight filled the space, and everyone once again felt the long-missed warmth. The previous scene seemed like a dream!

"You... you..." Wu Hua lay on the ground, tongue-tied, his face etched with terror.

At this moment, everyone's gaze towards Ling Fan was indescribably complex.

The Tang Family members all fell silent. Could not even Yin Ghosts cause substantial harm to Ling Fan?

"Hehe, I just... knew that Young Master Ling would not disappoint me, he is a man like a god!" An Xixue revealed a wistful and faint smile on her face.

"This guy, is he really... not even afraid of ghosts?" Tang Anqi murmured to herself, her face pale.

"The Immortal Methods follow one's words, the Immortal Methods follow one's words... You, you've reached such a stage?" Wu Hua muttered in terror.

The Immortal Methods that follow one's words is the ultimate realm rumored among the Cultivation Realm, where at a very high level of cultivation, one can speak a word and a world of laws is naturally formed.

Wu Hua's remark was not understood by others, but it shocked Cao Letian greatly. If Ling Fan truly were at such a realm, it wouldn't matter even if his master, Huangfu Yang, were to come; it would all be in vain.

"Hehe, you know quite a bit, to even be aware of the Immortal Methods that follow one's words. However, I am still far from reaching such a realm. Yet, to deal with an ant like you, it is more than sufficient!" Ling Fan said indifferently.

As described in the Limitless Secret Tome, the Immortal Methods that follow one's words belong to those who have transcended Tribulations and possess Divine Skills in the Starry Sky Beyond!

However, what Ling Fan understood far exceeded Wu Hua's comprehension, which was merely some abilities possessed by Innate Realm Law Practitioners!

Upon hearing this, Cao Letian finally let out a sigh of relief. He felt it was far-fetched; how could Ling Fan possibly be at such a realm? He didn't believe that Ling Fan truly dispelled Wu Hua's Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts with just a word.

In his heart, he thought Ling Fan's previous shout was nothing more than a trick, and that everyone had simply failed to notice the special method he used. However, he had not yet figured out the exact trick.

Just then, Ling Fan spoke lightly, "The path of the Yin Ghost is an underhanded approach that shuns the light, something that in ancient times would be reviled by all. Those of the righteous path would eliminate it upon finding it!

Furthermore, those who offend me, Young Master Ling, shall be put to death!"

"Young Master Ling, I have two major reasons to kill you, so tell me, should I kill you or should I not?"

Upon hearing these words, Wu Hua was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, his liver and gallbladder splitting in fear. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and beg for mercy,

Ling Fan spoke again with indifference, "Therefore, you must not be spared!"

As Ling Fan's voice fell, "Puff!"

In the stunned faces of the onlookers, they saw Wu Hua's head bizarrely roll to the ground, his blood sprinkling the sky, terrifying the people present to the core.

Everyone looked at the head with widened eyes rolling on the ground, their heads spinning.

Chills ran down the spines of those present as Ling Fan's words had just anchored the soul, and now he had taken a man's head from his shoulders without anyone seeing how, like immortal methods, scaring everyone with trembling legs and boundless fear.

It was Takako Junta, hidden on the third floor, whose alarm shot up dramatically. He was all too familiar with these techniques, the methods of a ninja.

He had not expected that Ling Fan would have such a cunning ninja by his side, and from beginning to end, he hadn't noticed the person's presence, definitely a master, at least above a Chunin.

"Damn it, where exactly are you hiding?" Takako Junta's gaze sharpened as he rapidly searched for any suspicious traces in the area.

For someone like Wu Hua, he had never intended to let him go, nor was he inclined to do the job himself. He had already secretly signaled Yao Yue just moments ago. For a top assassin like Yao Yue, killing Wu Hua was easy, especially when the target was in shock, with their guard at its lowest.

"Thud!"

Fu Cheng could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat, his voice trembling, "Ling... Young Master Ling, this has nothing to do with me!"

Ling Fan hadn't taken this man to heart at all; had he not suddenly knelt down to beg for mercy, Ling Fan would have forgotten about him.

He glanced at Fu Cheng, this small character not even stirring the slightest desire to act.

"From now on, you shall be the Sect Master of the Yin Ghost Sect. Do try to follow a more righteous path," Ling Fan said casually, dismissing Fu Cheng with those words.

Fu Cheng was originally petrified, but upon hearing Ling Fan's words, he was stunned, not only spared but also receiving joyous news of a promotion?

Recovering from his shock, Fu Cheng immediately kowtowed in gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master Ling, for your great mercy. I will follow all your commands and arrangements!"

No sooner had his words fallen than another shocking turn of events took place in the area.

An Xixue, who had been bound to a stake, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and after a few breaths, she appeared bizarrely beside Ling Fan, along with another peerless beauty, Yao Yue!

When Ling Fan had notified Yao Yue to take action against Wu Hua, he had noticed something off about An Xixue's state and had simultaneously instructed Yao Yue to rescue her.

"Xiao Xue!" Yao Yue wore a half silver mask on her face, her tight outfit accentuating her enchanting and lethal figure, presenting a unique kind of beauty.

"Master... Master..." An Xixue's eyes brightened, regaining some vigor.

A chilling frost covered Yao Yue's face as with a flick of her wrist, she removed a silver needle from An Xixue's body, each needle removal intensifying the murderous intent in her eyes.

The onlookers fixed their gaze on Yao Yue, entranced, captivated by her mysterious allure.

Ling Fan took a deep breath, his right hand clenched behind his back with no trace of expression on his calm face.

"Who did this!" Ling Fan spoke lightly.