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Chapter 848

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More and more people came to the Feast of a Thousand Ghosts, but without exception, when they saw the Nether River Patriarch's arrival, they all looked surprised and doubtful.

"Looks like you have quite the reputation in the Underworld," Ye Xuan took a sip of the fine wine in his cup and secretly teased the Nether River Patriarch.

"Heh!"

The Nether River Patriarch sneered and transmitted his voice, "No matter how great my reputation is, it's not as great as yours. If you reveal your true self, I'm afraid there will be great turmoil in the Underworld."

"The Ghost Emperor of the Four Directions has arrived."

Suddenly, a trembling voice was heard from the nether soldier at the door. At the same time, Tongtian light shone from the four directions, and four black ancient chariots came across the sky.

"Haha."

A coarse laugh was heard as four people walked out of the four black ancient chariots. The one in the lead wore an imperial crown and a robe embroidered with Yin dragons. His cheeks seemed to have been carved by a knife, and his eyes were dark and bright. His black hair was scattered behind his head, and he looked like a young man in his twenties. At this moment, he was strolling in the void toward the Feast of a Thousand Ghosts.

This person was the Ghost Emperor of the North, Zhang Heng, and also the Emperor of Feng Du's greatest worry. The three Ghost Emperors behind Zhang Heng were all Demi-Saints. Even the Ghost Emperor of the East, Shen Tu, who had participated in the Nüwa Grand Gathering with Ye Xuan in the past, had broken through the peak of Grand Heavenly Realm and stepped into Demi-Saint Realm.

"Greetings, Ghost Emperor of the Four Directions."

"Greetings, Your Majesties. The Old Minister greets you."

"Please accept our greetings, Ghost Emperor."

When Zhang Heng and the other three entered the Feast of a Thousand Ghosts, the people of the Underworld all stood up and bowed humbly to Zhang Heng and the other three with flattering looks on their faces.

It was no wonder that the people of the Underworld were so humble. At this moment, the Five Ghost Regions were secretly controlled by Zhang Heng, and even the Emperor of Feng Du had become a puppet. If the Emperor of Feng Du was not a Demi-Saint and had the Book of Heaven and Earth, he would have lost his position as Ghost Emperor long ago.

"Fengdu, why don't you introduce these two Fellow Daoists to us?"

Zhang Heng strode towards the main seat in the center with the three Ghost Emperors following behind him. When the four of them arrived at the seat below the Emperor of Feng Du, Zhang Heng first smiled and nodded at Ye Xuan and Minghe before looking at the Emperor of Feng Du with a cold expression.

"Zhang Heng, are you talking to me?"

As the saying went, even a man made of mud would have a temper. Moreover, the Emperor of Feng Du was the Lord of the Underworld in name. Now that the various figures of the Underworld were gathered here, how could the Emperor of Feng Du not be embarrassed by Zhang Heng's contempt?

"Nonsense, of course I'm talking to you. Could it be that this banquet isn't hosted by your Fengdu?" Zhang Heng was fearless as the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.

Bang!

The Great Emperor of Fengdu slammed the table and stood up. Terrifying dark light rumbled and tossed about, causing the heaven and earth in all directions to tremble to the extreme. His eyes revealed supreme murderous intent as he stared coldly at Zhang Heng and said, "Zhang Heng, since you know that I'm the Master of Fengdu and the one who called for this feast, then you have to abide by my rules. This is not a place for you to be impudent."

"Impudent?"

Zhang Heng sneered and said, "Fengdu, you're already old and defeated by me. If it wasn't for the Book of Life and Death that saved your life back then, would you still be alive to talk to me now?"

"You …?"

The Emperor of Feng Du was furious, and his face was already extremely red. As the saying went, don't hit someone's face when you hit someone, and don't expose someone's shortcomings when scolding someone. Being humiliated by Zhang Heng in front of the various figures of the Underworld had already made the Emperor of Feng Du extremely embarrassed and angry.

At this moment.

Ye Xuan was tasting the wine in his cup and had a leisurely feeling. However, he looked at Zhang Heng doubtfully because he realized that Zhang Heng's cultivation was only slightly stronger than the Emperor of Feng Du. Why was Feng Du so afraid of him?

"Minghe, this Zhang Heng's cultivation is only so-so. Could it be that he has some remarkable divine ability?" Ye Xuan asked in a low voice.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Ancestor Minghe said softly, "This Zhang Heng's cultivation was originally below Fengdu, and even among the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions, he was at the bottom. However, tens of thousands of years ago, this person obtained some kind of treasure that not only allowed him to enter the ranks of the Quasi-Saint, but his cultivation has also surpassed Fengdu."

"Now that this person's power has been established, and the Ghost Regions of the Five Directions are all under his control. Naturally, he doesn't have to be polite to Fengdu. If you and I weren't here today, and this Zhang Heng couldn't see the situation, I'm afraid he would have already attacked Fengdu," Ancestor Minghe said tirelessly.

Hearing Ancestor Minghe's answer, Ye Xuan nodded slightly. After all, the path of cultivation wasn't just about hard work. Everyone had their own opportunities, and once the opportunity arrived, they would naturally advance by leaps and bounds. This wasn't surprising.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoists."

Suddenly, Zhang Heng ignored the Great Emperor of Fengdu and strolled toward Ye Xuan and Minghe. When he arrived in front of the two, he first cupped his hands and bowed to Minghe.

"Ancestor, you're considered Zhang Heng's senior. May I know why you're here today?"

"Haha."

Ancestor Minghe laughed, and his expression was slightly unfathomable. He said, "I heard that the Red Spider Lily is about to bloom, so Fengdu invited you here. Naturally, I'm prepared to see this Red Spider Lily that grows together with its flowers and leaves."

"Hmm?"

As Ancestor Minghe's words fell, Zhang Heng's expression changed slightly. He abruptly turned to look at Fengdu, and an extremely terrifying murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

Although Zhang Heng had guessed that Fengdu would tell this secret to Nether River Patriarch, hearing it from Nether River Patriarch's mouth still made his heart sink and he felt a heavy pressure.

The blooming of the Red Spider Lily was a great secret, and only a few important figures in the Underworld knew about it. If one more person knew about it, there would be one more variable. Ancestor Minghe relied on the Netherworld Blood Sea and could be said to be immortal. If he also wanted to snatch this item, the ownership of the Red Spider Lily would be even more unpredictable.

"Haha."

Suddenly, Zhang Heng put on a fake smile and finally looked up at Ye Xuan. He said, "This must be Fellow Daoist Qing Ming, right? Could it be that you're here for the Red Spider Lily too? "

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not seem to hear Zhang Heng's words. Instead, he was minding his own business and sipping the fine wine in his cup. This also made Zhang Heng hold his breath, and his expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm asking you a question. Could it be that you look down on me?" Zhang Heng's eyes were cold, and his voice was filled with ice.

"So what if I look down on you?"

Suddenly, Ye Xuan put down his wine cup and looked up at Zhang Heng. His voice was indifferent, but when Ye Xuan's words fell, the entire Ghost Feast suddenly became deathly silent.

Everything was silent, and the world was silent.

Zhang Heng's body stiffened as if he had turned into a stone statue. He did not recover for a long time. When three breaths passed, an extremely gloomy sneer came from his mouth, and the gaze he looked at Ye Xuan with was even more cruel.

"Qing Ming, do you think that no one in the Underworld can deal with you just because you injured Grandmother Netherworld?"

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