And the Ghost Race also greatly feared the Yang qi on the Human Race. Especially certain items of supreme Yang, which to the Ghost Race were lethal weapons comparable to the Supreme Realm.

For example, the spiritual energy from a person of supreme righteousness and kindness.

For example, the fresh blood of a Yang male born in specific years and months. And for another example, the fresh urine of a young boy.

"Awoo!" Being sprayed full in the face by Julian’s scalding hot stream, seething black mist instantly emerged from the Thunder Ghost King’s head, and he let out a miserable, shrill wail.

The intense pain of his yin qi being corroded, combined with this unprecedented humiliation, caused him to fly into a rage out of shame. His eyes turned entirely red, and like a wild beast that had lost its reason, he roared sternly.

"Brat, I want you to die!!"

As he erupted in anger, the hair all over his head stood up rigidly like lightning bolts. He condensed chilling ghost qi in his palm and blasted it toward Julian.

However, the next second, drops of urine slid down his hair, landing exactly in his hand.

The robust yang qi contained within directly extinguished all the ghost qi he had just condensed.

"Heh, I thought you were some big shot, turns out you are just a bluffing paper tiger!" Seeing this awkward state, Julian’s confidence instantly soared, and he condensed a ball of spiritual energy in his palm.

"Let this young master tell you who calls the shots around here!"

"Owl Extinguishing Spirit Palm!" Julian struck out with full strength, the palm wind transforming into a giant eagle condensed from white light.

With his Enlightenment Realm cultivation, although this palm strike failed to injure the Thunder Ghost King, it still blasted him flying. He tumbled twice and fell out of the bushes.

To tell the truth, Julian still did not know that this peeping tom was the Thunder Ghost King, one of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range.

Later, when he finally found out that his groggy palm strike had blasted away one of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghosts, he would be so excited he would tell anyone he met, treating it as one of the greatest honors of his entire life.

The Thunder Ghost King tumbled out, covered in dust and looking incredibly wretched.

The commotion was naturally captured by the Supreme Realm mighty figures surrounding them.

He had barely struggled to his feet when he saw Brook, Renis, Ziven, Thalen, Aelin, and Kaia, who had walked far away just moments ago, all return.

A group of Supreme and Mahayana Realm experts now had him surrounded tightly.

The formidable spiritual energy caused his face to fill with despair, feeling waves of suffocation and powerlessness.

"Hehe, I did not expect that on this rare trip to the Hale family Holy Land, I would encounter such an interesting situation." Renis cracked his knuckles, smiling excitedly.

"With this, I can make Saint Lord Alex owe me another big favor!"

"Star Moon Soul Lock, Drive!"

He raised both hands high, absorbing all the moonlight scattering down from midair into his palms, then twisted it into two moonlight chains. Like swimming dragons, they shot out, binding the Thunder Ghost King securely, leaving him unable to move an inch.

Renis’s words caused the others to realize it one after another.

This peak Supreme Realm ghost cultivator intruding into the Holy Land late at night was definitely harboring malicious intentions.

If he had not been discovered in time, who knows what consequences would have followed.

If they took him to see Saint Lord Alex, would that not put them ahead of the others in farming goodwill? This was simply a god given golden opportunity.

"This is bad..." The Thunder Ghost King struggled tentatively, only to discover he could not break free from these moonlight chains containing the power of nature.

Panic instantly appeared on his face. He had no choice but to suppress his terror and roar furiously. "All of you, listen well! I am the Master of the South High Peak in the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range, the Thunder Ghost King!"

"Dare to touch a single hair on my body, and I will make you all wish you were dead!"

However, the next second, he discovered in horror that after announcing his identity, not only did these people not show the slightest fear, but their gazes became even more excited and fanatical, as if looking at a rare delicacy.

He shuddered all over, his scalp going numb.

No...

In the past, there were only legends of their Ghost Race devouring the Human Race to increase cultivation. Could it be that the Human Race had evolved to such a degree that they could treat the Ghost Race as nourishment?

If the Thunder Ghost King knew that these Supreme Realm big shots, after learning his identity, had no fear but rather treated him as a tool to farm goodwill before Alex, one wonders what this proud Ghost King would feel.

"Hahahahaha, I do not care what kind of Ghost King you are! Daring to intrude into the Hale family Holy Land, take a punch from me first!" Brook circulated his spiritual energy. Both fists rapidly expanded, transforming into two burly, fierce bear paws.

He blasted out hundreds of punches through the air. Punch after punch landed solidly on the Thunder Ghost King’s body, every single one blasting out seething black mist.

Thalen summoned the Void Spirit Thousand Army Sword, and Ziven summoned the Storm Falling Star Hammer.

Sword gleams shook the heavens, hammer strikes moved the earth.

They stirred up thick dust and smoke, enveloping the Thunder Ghost King within it.

Aelin and Kaia exchanged a glance.

Terrified that the Thunder Ghost King would be directly beaten to death, causing them to miss out on this god given golden opportunity, they also could not wait and both took action, joining their respective guards to unleash their strongest attacks!