What, real or fake?
The Silver Netherfiend paused, a trace of doubt flickering in its silvery eyes. But in the next instant, brutal bloodlust surged through its ghostly heart and body, filling it with a strange excitement.
You're scared, you're scared.
"Andrew Han, the so-called Ghost-Slayer from Sinovera—so even you have a day like this! Flustered, at a loss for words! Hahaha!" The Silver Netherfiend shook its ghostly body and lunged at Andrew Han with its blood-red maw.
It could no longer wait.
Devouring Andrew Han, devouring this human alive... It could sense that the benefits from eating Andrew Han would rival those of consuming someone born with Inspiration.
Bite you to death!
Its massive silver jaws snapped shut violently.
Sunlight spilling across the world twisted, the surrounding jungle froze in deathly silence, and every scientist preparing to board the transport—along with the pilots and soldiers inside—felt an unparalleled, profound terror.
Behind it, heaven and earth darkened.
It was as if hell itself was devouring everything.
But in that instant, an unbelievable, blazing dawn began to rise, illuminating the nether hell—almost replacing the fierce sun above the sky.
Andrew Han, clad in his Green Mountain Robe, stepped forward.
He raised both fists, power roaring within.
"Since no one knows, and no ghost knows either..."
"Then let me return the favor and tell you a little secret." Andrew's tone was chilling, his black-and-white eyes flashing with dominance. His Inspiration crystal-diamond core spun violently: "In truth, we've both been hiding things. I've endured long enough!"
Boom!!!
His world-supporting Inspiration swirled around both palms, as if they were divine weapons.
The air of the entire jungle erupted; sunlight warped slightly. Centered on Andrew Han, waves of humming light rippled outward, and as his twin glass-like palms struck forth, they flashed like lightning.
"What!?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ghost power manifested as silver hooks. It clashed head-on with Andrew Han hundreds of times, but as the hooks shattered, the Netherfiend immediately decided to turn and flee, not wanting to tangle with Andrew any longer.
But reality rarely favors ghosts—especially when facing Andrew Han.
Clang!
His blood-red palm turned into a blade, sharper than anything imaginable, instantly slicing through the ghostly body.
"Hey."
"You're not dead yet, so don't be in such a hurry to leave." Andrew Han's left arm snapped straight, his left palm hooked back, tearing the ghost body and simultaneously grabbing the fleeing Silver Netherfiend.
What?
The Silver Netherfiend was utterly terrified, almost losing its soul: "My future is limitless! A mere titled Martial Lord human can't kill me!"
"I'd say your future is without light!" Andrew's tone shifted, fierce and sky-piercing. His previously calm face became a mask of murderous intent. He swung his right palm, manifesting a giant hammer of light, and struck three savage blows.
Each blow shook the ghost body violently.
Each blow made the ghost howl in pain.
With every strike, the Silver Netherfiend teetered on the brink of collapse.
Immediately after, his glass-like crystalline palms snapped shut, his left foot stepped half a pace forward, and his right knee thundered into the Silver Netherfiend.
"Hiss!"
The Silver Netherfiend let out a miserable scream.
That simple, direct knee strike nearly shattered its ghostly body... Agony wracked its form, its massive jaws forced open, and the silver-white bead it had held for years slowly slipped out.
The bead, shining with countless stars, fell—just as thunder crashed!
The bead dropped...
And struck the ground with a resounding crash...
That unadorned knee strike contained unfathomable Inspiration, fused with a blazing new Magma State Internal Power. Like a meteor descending from the ninth heaven, it swept away all evil and shattered the Silver Netherfiend's icy ghost body.
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed, and the blazing sun lost its brilliance.
Andrew Han, clad in his Green Mountain Robe, gathered his radiance. His right fist rose high, as if holding up the sky itself, then crashed down like thunder, shattering the Silver Netherfiend's ghost body—unstoppable, its form broke apart, murderous intent unleashed.
His killing moves flowed like water, overturning the heavens and earth!
Irresistible force—he slew the Netherfiend!
"Strange."
"This Netherfiend seemed a bit weak."
Andrew Han withdrew his palms, lowered his right knee, and turned directly toward the transport plane.
His pristine Green Mountain Robe fluttered, his figure towering... The Silver Netherfiend was dead, no need for words, and no need to verify.
For within his Inspiration, everything was clear—within thousands of meters, not a single ghost remained!
"Time to board. Let's go home."
Andrew Han shook his head, his Internal Power gentle as he helped the scientists board the plane... Only after everyone was aboard did he finally step in, standing at the very edge of the transport's cabin.
He habitually looked back.
He saw the fourth Netherfiend's ghost body already drifting away with the wind, silver-white points of light shimmering, sketching a breathtaking scene. Paired with the afternoon sun and tranquil jungle, it was simply dreamlike.
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"Huh?"
Andrew Han's gaze flickered.
Directly below where the Silver Netherfiend died, lay a silver-white bead, containing countless stars—vast as if it held an entire universe, mysterious and indescribable.
Usually, when a ghost dies, it vanishes without a trace.
But now, the Netherfiend left something behind.
"Pull."
Without much thought, Andrew Han reached out with his empty left palm, telekinetically pulling the silver-white bead toward him.
Whoosh!
The silver-white bead spun, trailing a silvery streak, landing in Andrew's palm and making his hand tremble slightly from its weight.
"So heavy?"
Andrew's eyes widened in surprise.
He weighed it a few times—the silver-white bead was about two or three tons. An ordinary person couldn't even lift it.
Most astonishing of all, despite its weight and density, the oval bead rested quietly atop the soil, never sinking in.
"Interesting." Andrew pocketed the silver-white bead thoughtfully, then, as the transport's hatch was still open, dashed out at lightning speed.
His figure blurred like a phantom as he swept the entire area.
Confirming nothing was missed, he returned.
The whole process took less than two seconds. The scientists watched in shock, glimpsing only an afterimage darting out and back before Andrew was standing in his original spot.
"What speed is that?"
"This young man's instantaneous burst speed has already broken the sound barrier—by several times." The scientists were full of praise, their passion for martial research burning even brighter.
Meanwhile...
Andrew Han stood at the edge of the cabin, shaking his head in secret: "I really was careless this time."
My Inspiration can perceive all directions, even dust settling, yet I didn't sense the silver-white bead—only spotted it with my eyes... For the first time in my life, I almost made a mistake by looking back with too much confidence. I should take this as a lesson and be more careful in the future.
But still...
I really killed a Netherfiend, and it doesn't feel so remarkable... But this Silver Netherfiend was hiding its true rank, probably lacked the corresponding ghost techniques, and was a bit weaker than a normal Netherfiend.
Even so, how could he not feel proud?
Nearly two years of cultivation, and today he personally slew a Netherfiend, a being on par with the Law Realm—an incomparable achievement. His heart surged with emotion, his blood boiled, and hope for the future was born.
And beyond all that...
There was a lingering sense of satisfaction.
"Poor Netherfiend—if you hadn't revealed your secret, I really couldn't have killed you." Andrew couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, gazing at the drifting white clouds outside the cabin window. "You brought this on yourself. Did you really think Andrew Han couldn't kill you?"
Time passed, and the transport returned to Sinovera.
Three fighter jets escorted them, with an aircraft carrier stationed below in the South Sea—a defense so tight not even a breeze could slip through.
...
A short while later...
Port of Southridge Province, Sinovera.
"Andrew Han."
Southridge Provincial Guardian, Law Realm 'Sky-Soaring True Person' Leon (Feng Yuyi), lounged on a white cloud, gazing leisurely at the scientists disembarking from the transport. He locked eyes with Andrew Han from afar: "I have two pots of clear wine and a plate of peanuts. Care to join me up here for a chat?"
His face shone like crystal diamond, with a hint of blue in his hair.
Back when Andrew first arrived in Southridge to annihilate the Mu Clan Specters and kill the great Specter Mu Yi, the two had already met... Andrew grinned, lifting his Green Mountain Robe: "I'd be delighted."
He activated his Internal Power, rising straight into the sky and into the white clouds above.
Amid the clouds, Andrew smiled and looked around in mild surprise: "Law Realm power truly is mysterious—it can even solidify clouds."