Chapter 387 The First Ghost King Token

Just as Alba was furiously unleashing his attacks on Chen Fei, he suddenly froze.

He finally realized… there was nothing in front of him.

His pupils shrank in shock.

Before he could even turn around—a sword qi had already pierced through his throat!

He watched in disbelief as his body slowly collapsed, revealing Chen Fei behind him.

“How… how could this happen…” Alba murmured, his soul escaping from his skull in desperation.

If he could just escape with his soul, there was still a chance!

At the same time, Alba’s soul erupted with dense blood qi, wrapping around it and transforming into a giant bloody hand.

Chen Fei lifted his gaze.

“Rescuing someone in front of me? Do you really think you can do that?” he said coldly, slowly raising his hand.

Alba felt a growing sense of dread.

That blood qi wasn’t under his control—it was just a life-saving trigger.

Suddenly, a smiling face emerged from the bloody hand, staring viciously at Chen Fei and chuckling with disdain.

Chen Fei glanced up at the eerie smile.

With a flick of his Unsharpened Giant Sword, sword qi shot toward the bloody hand.

The eerie face sneered, clearly not taking the attack seriously.

Meanwhile, among the demonic cultivators, the elder who had instructed Alba held a wooden puppet in his hand. The puppet was covered in arcane symbols.

Despite Alba’s poor performance, the elder couldn’t just let him die. He activated the puppet to forcibly save his life.

The puppet twitched strangely, and the bloody hand in the sky began struggling and tried to escape the arena.

But then—

“Break for me!!” Chen Fei roared.

His voice carried immense force, shaking the air.

A powerful soundwave slammed into the bloody hand.

The hand trembled violently before shattering completely.

At the same time, the elder controlling the puppet screamed as blood gushed from all seven of his orifices.

The crowd instantly understood—this was magical backlash.

Back on the arena, Alba’s soul trembled violently.

The protective blood qi had dissipated, leaving his lone soul exposed on the edge of the platform.

Floating before him was a razor-sharp sword qi.

“N-No, please!” Alba turned his head stiffly, eyes full of fear as he pleaded with Chen Fei.

Chen Fei gave him a cold look.

“Do I really need to teach you how those blood puppets were made? You can keep your apology and explain it to the souls of those you sacrificed!”

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword qi exploded and shredded Alba’s soul into pieces.

As his soul was destroyed, one of the Ghost King Tokens floating in the sky immediately shot down and stopped in front of Chen Fei.

Chen Fei reached out and took the token, then leapt off the stage.

Once off the platform, he turned his blazing gaze to Qin Shuang, who was still locked in battle with Cold Moon.

The fury in his eyes burned like fire.

In the eyes of the Tianqing disciples, Chen Fei was usually the friendly one—the cheerful and warm senior brother.

But now, the aura around him was so intense and dangerous that people instinctively backed away, as if standing near a volcano on the brink of eruption.

Miao Yue slowly walked up beside him and whispered:

“Husband… are you okay?”

Chen Fei exhaled long and deep, then shook his head and said softly:

“I’m fine.”

Fine?

Miao Yue looked at him, his gaze locked like a blade onto Qin Shuang.

Did he look “fine” to her? Not at all.

But since he said so, she could only sigh and step back.

On the stage, Qin Shuang also noticed Chen Fei obtaining the Ghost King Token, and a flicker of irritation appeared in her eyes.

To her, Chen Fei was a festering wound—a mental block she couldn’t get rid of.

Every time she tried to move forward, he showed up.

Even last time, after stealing his Three-Eyed Spirit Pupil Root, she still couldn’t stop his growth.

“But it’ll all change inside the Ghost King Hall!” she thought coldly.

Her master had said—once she entered the hall and fused with the Ghost King Soul Bone, she could reach the Heaven Ascension Realm instantly.

“When that happens, I’ll imprison you… and make you watch your own child become the strongest under my control!” she muttered to herself with venom.

But then—her face changed.

Inside the Yin Qi mist, an overwhelming wave of cold energy suddenly exploded outward.

A woman in white, like freshly fallen snow, stepped out from the mist.

Cold Moon had returned.

Her eyes had turned silver, her presence even more chilling than before.

Mu Yunsu frowned deeply.

“This foolish girl… she opened another seal!”

Chen Fei was shocked when he heard that.

Cold Moon had a special constitution. Her inner cold qi was so strong it had to be sealed.

Without sufficient strength, forcibly unsealing it would put immense strain on her body.

“Sect Master, what happens if she fully unseals it?” Chen Fei couldn’t help but ask.

Mu Yunsu turned her head and, after a moment of silence, replied quietly:

“She’ll be frozen… until she can break free herself.”

Frozen?

Clearly, that kind of “frozen” state wasn’t good at all.

And once sealed in ice, her cultivation progress would become extremely slow.

Waking up again… might take years, even decades.

Cold Moon’s situation was very dangerous.

On the arena, Qin Shuang looked at the icy pressure Cold Moon was emitting and was visibly surprised.

“You actually broke out of my Yin mist… looks like I underestimated you,” she sneered coldly.

But then she raised her hand.

Her palm was covered in blood, and each drop was attached to tiny writhing tendrils, which burrowed into her skin.

Her body started trembling violently.

Even Cold Moon instinctively looked up. Qin Shuang hadn’t even attacked yet, but the danger was palpable.

“Blood Erosion!” Qin Shuang shouted.

Chen Fei furrowed his brows.

Qin Shuang had grown stronger again—clearly, the Spirit Pupil Root was just the beginning.

With Dingshan’s guidance, her improvement was even faster than his own.

This strange Blood Erosion technique was even more ominous than anything she’d used before.

Now it all depended on how long Cold Moon could last in her unsealed state.

But Cold Moon showed no hesitation.

In her awakened form, she was the picture of calm, her silver eyes cold and clear.

Facing the vicious Qin Shuang, Cold Moon calmly raised her hand.

Though this was just one platform among many, the moment she moved, all eyes turned to her.

“Let the biting north wind rise…” Cold Moon spoke in a crystal-clear voice.

The once still arena was suddenly swept by a chilling wind.

Qin Shuang’s face changed at the sharp cold.

Before she could react, Cold Moon followed with another phrase:

“Let the snow freeze even Heaven itself.”

In a blink, heavy snow began to fall.

The entire platform turned pure white.

And Qin Shuang—

Was frozen into a sculpture of ice and snow.