Chapter 3: (Part 3) Being Discovered

Although spoken casually, the domineering aura permeating his words could not be ignored, and that icy chill continuously encroached upon the surroundings.

Standing there quietly, he possessed a lazy yet wicked charm, yet the majesty of a ruler who commands the world was unmistakably revealed.

He was a king—a king who could look down upon everyone.

"You... you actually intend to swallow up my Blood Fiend Pavilion?" the man in white asked in horror, staring at the Ghost King in disbelief.

"Why not?" Watching the shock in the man's eyes, the Ghost King uttered only this, his wicked charm fully displaying his kingly demeanor. In his eyes, as long as someone caught his interest and he found them amusing, no matter who they were, they had to "play" along with him until he lost interest.

And the man in white before him, along with his Blood Fiend Pavilion, had undoubtedly become prey in this man's eyes.

"You... you devil! The Blood Fiend Pavilion is my life's work; I will never hand it over to you," the man in white said resentfully.

Just as his voice fell, four figures suddenly appeared in unison behind the Ghost King. Their uniforms, as red as fresh blood, were each embroidered with different, vivid, and exquisite patterns.

The patterns on their clothes corresponded to their names, and the bewitching, blood-red fabric carried the scent of blood, instinctively striking fear into the hearts of others.

"Qing Yao."

"Bai Sha."

"Mei Huan."

"Shi Xuan."

"Greetings, Palace Master." The four recited their names, knelt one by one, and then spoke in unison.

"Palace Master, the Blood Fiend Pavilion has been taken over," Qing Yao reported first.

"Pfft..." Seeing the appearance of these four, the man in white had already felt a sense of unease, and as Qing Yao’s emotionless voice fell, the man in white could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had already suffered severe internal injuries; he could not withstand the Ghost King’s personal "hospitality." He had been struggling to suppress the churning in his organs, but now he could no longer contain it.

The Blood Fiend Pavilion was his life's work, but now it had become someone else's property. How could he possibly digest this sudden news?

"Kill." After the Ghost King bloodthirstily dropped this single word, his sharp, cold gaze suddenly shifted toward the direction where Leng Lingxue was hiding, giving her a sudden fright. *I’ve been discovered.* That was Leng Lingxue’s first instinct, and her instincts had never been wrong.

Facing such a dangerous man, the current Leng Lingxue had no confidence that she could survive in his hands. However, sitting still and waiting for death was not her style; even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she would not let it go. After calming her heart, which had been unsettled by the man's gaze, she quickly scanned her surroundings. Seeing the wicked smile curling at the corner of the man's mouth, Leng Lingxue gritted her teeth.

*Do or die.*

"Yes." The four who had been kneeling behind him accepted the order coldly. Before the man in white could recover his senses, they appeared before him. Without waiting for him to raise his sword in resistance, he collapsed with wide, unwilling eyes, a thin, bloody line across his neck.

The Ghost King had played with him for long enough; he should be satisfied.