"Hmph! Confess truthfully? What counts as confessing truthfully? Produce a divine artifact? Or a supreme treasure?"
Zi Linling interrupted the white-haired man sharply, "Unfortunately... I... have... NONE!"
The white-haired man's face grew even more somber, "You say you don't have it, so you don't have it? I'll know if you're telling the truth or not after I search your soul!"
Zi Linling sneered, "Do you think your face is more important than that dead sacrifice spirit? Or are you more suitable to be a gatekeeper? Soul search? You can try! See if I don't tear down your damned altar!"
She was now fearless, with Feng Liqi beside her, she could use her spiritual power and divine sense.
With just her divine sense alone, she could fight against a peak Saint King realm cultivator without defeat. If her divine sense were added, with a surprise attack, she could even contend with an Emperor realm expert.
Moreover, there was also Ye Lingyuan beside her, whose strength was equally unfathomable.
For some reason, she always felt that Ye Lingyuan's strength was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Of course, if Feng Liqi was willing to make a move, that would be even better.
The white-haired man seemed to hear the greatest joke in the world. His sinister voice grew even more sinister, "Heh heh! Tear down the altar? Aren't you afraid of the wind being too strong and making your tongue snap?"
Zi Linling glanced disdainfully at a certain spot in the air and chuckled evilly, "Is that so?"
Then, her aura suddenly transformed, and a world-dominating aura erupted from her body.
"If she can't, then can I?"
At this moment, the one possessing Zi Linling's body was Feng Liqi's true form.
The white-haired man, who was located in the Xuanwu space, suddenly felt his neck tighten, and a feeling of suffocation followed.
"You... you are not... Who are you?"
"Hmph! Who I am, you are not worthy to know! Who knows where that ghostly thing is? Tell him to come out!"
If Zi Linling's coldness was a kind of arrogance, then Feng Liqi's coldness was a soul's disregard.
Her voice carried an inherent authority, making it impossible for anyone to resist.
And who knew, Gui Zhi Dao, was the Ghost Emperor of the Ghost Realm and the master of the Ghost Spirit Altar.
"Master... he... his whereabouts are erratic, I... I don't know either."
Facing Feng Liqi, the white-haired man could not muster any thought of resistance.
At this moment, only one thought rolled in his mind: "Who on earth is this divine being? Her attack can ignore space?"
"Master? You are his disciple? That ghostly thing's taste is truly terrible!"
Feng Liqi's eyes were filled with disdain, looking at the white-haired man, she shook her head and sighed.
"Don't... you... insult... Master!"
The white-haired man, being choked by Feng Liqi, spoke with great difficulty.
Feng Liqi glanced at him contemptuously, released her hand, and said indifferently, "For your master's sake, I'll spare your life."
The white-robed man felt as if he had escaped death.
It was great to be able to continue breathing the air of the human world!
It was great to be alive to wait for his master to return!
It was great to...
"Hurry up and send them out of the altar!"
Feng Liqi's cold and impatient voice boomed in the white-robed man's mind.
The white-robed man snapped back to attention, tidied his slightly disheveled clothes, bowed to Feng Liqi, and said, "May I know how to address you, senior? If my master returns and asks, Bai Lang can report it!"
Feng Liqi didn't even lift an eyelid, and said indifferently, "Forget your petty schemes. Not to mention you, even your master would have to be respectful to this eminence!"
Bai Lang was stunned, a hint of阴鸷 (yīnzhì - sinister/gloomy) flashed in his eyes.
He mentioned his master to make the other party wary, hoping that out of respect for his master, they would not forcibly interfere with the matters of the ghost altar.
But clearly, his wishful thinking had fallen through.
Who was Feng Liqi?
At the top of the food chain, who would she fear?
"So, don't try to use your master being that shady entity to suppress me! If I spared his life back then, I can also take his life at any time!"
Bai Lang was already immensely shocked.
The information contained in this sentence was too vast.
One had to know that his master, Gui Zhi Dao, was already at the peak of the God King realm.
Yet this person in front of him claimed to be able to defeat his master with ease, meaning her cultivation was at least at the God Lord realm!
What was going on?
How could there be a God Lord realm expert on the Tianyuan Continent, this low-level continent?
"However, there's no harm in telling you, it's also a way to send a message to that ghostly thing, Gui Zhi Dao, to tell him that I, Feng Liqi, will ascend to the Ghost Realm again!"
Gui Zhi Dao? The Ghost Realm!
Bai Lang's mouth twitched, but he dared not retort.
Because anyone who could call his master "ghostly thing" must have at least been from the same era as his master.
Also, the existence of the Ghost Realm was something only people from that place would know.
Moreover, the name Feng Liqi... why did it sound familiar?
Feng Liqi...
Feng Liqi...
Bai Lang suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, "You are the God of Slaughter, Feng Liqi!"
Back then, the God of Slaughter, Feng Liqi, had single-handedly fought her way through the Demon, Fiend, and Ghost realms nine times!
Feng Liqi sneered, "Not bad, you actually still know this eminence! Since you know it's me, why aren't you quickly sending them out of the altar?"
Seeing her admit it, Bai Lang couldn't help but shiver. He had actually thought of threatening this God of Slaughter just now?
Was this a centenarian hanging himself – wishing for a long life?
Or lighting a lamp in a latrine – seeking death?
He trembled and said obsequiously, "Senior Feng, it's not that I'm unwilling to give you face, but once the hell mode of this Ghost Spirit Altar is activated, it can only be passed one level at a time. Even my master cannot interfere."
"Oh, then who said earlier that they could be sent directly to the final level?"
Feng Liqi's eyes were terrifyingly cold, with a faint killing intent lingering within.
Bai Lang smiled bitterly in his heart, wishing he could slap himself.
He had said that earlier just to toy with Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan.
Now he had been caught by Feng Liqi. If he couldn't explain it clearly, this God of Slaughter would not be so easy to deal with.
At that time, even if Feng Liqi killed him, his master Gui Zhi Dao would not say anything.
Who made the God of Slaughter, Feng Liqi, the sole preeminent figure of that era?
"Senior Feng, I dare not hide anything from you. I was just playing with them earlier."
"Playing?"
A killing intent flashed in Feng Liqi's eyes, "Fine, I'll spare your life. Hurry up and start the next level. If you dare to play any more tricks, I will kill you without mercy!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Senior, rest assured, I will have the altar spirit open the next level!"
As Bai Lang spoke, he quickly contacted the altar spirit.
But strangely, he couldn't contact it.
What was going on?
He forced a smile at Feng Liqi and said, "Senior, please wait a moment!"
Then, he tried to contact the altar spirit again.
However, he still couldn't reach it.
What was going on?
Never mind, I'll go and see for myself!