Eight Hell Marshals Join the Human-World Hell Court Bureau

“Holy crap, what the hell is that? What is that gigantic thing?”

“What kind of insane magic did Ryan Ling just pull off? He actually unleashed a ghost that huge—I've never even heard of anything like it! I feel like I just stepped into a giant freezer, I'm so cold I can barely move!”

“No kidding, what is that giant ghost face anyway? It looks like there are billions of fierce ghosts roaring behind it!”

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At this moment, seeing that colossal ghostly figure, everyone below was completely stunned.

But the most shocked of all was Warren Yuan. As someone well-versed in ghost-path arts, he knew better than anyone what that giant ghost face was: the legendary, awe-inspiring Great Emperor Yama, emperor of the ghost-path, worshipped by trillions of spirits across both worlds.

Faced with this scene, Warren Yuan was totally petrified. He didn’t know what to say—his mind was nothing but pure shock.

Meanwhile, Tony “Tiger” Wang clearly hadn’t given up. He clung desperately to the Ghost-Gathering Banner, pouring every ounce of strength into waving it in the air, shouting furiously: “Ancestor my ass! Don’t listen to his nonsense—I’m your real ancestor! Get him! Even if it costs us all of Little Hades, even if I die with this punk, I won’t back down!”

Tony Wang was stubborn as hell. As soon as he finished yelling, the grandmaster ghosts of the Cemetery—completely under his spell—charged straight at Ryan Ling. Clearly, the power of that Ghost-Gathering Banner was no joke.

At that moment, seeing all those ghost-path beings still rushing him, the giant ghost face was totally pissed. It roared in midair: “You clueless idiots—if you don’t back off now, I’ll scatter your souls to dust!”

Now Great Emperor Yama was truly pissed. That giant ghost face opened its massive mouth and blew—ghost-fire swept across the sky, instantly shattering over a thousand fierce ghosts. The entire Grandmaster Cemetery exploded, every grandmaster’s bones ground to dust. Only the strongest few grandmaster ghosts survived, barely keeping their shape, finally 'waking up.' Seeing that terrifying giant face, they didn’t dare act tough—every last one dropped to the ground, begging for mercy.

A loud 'crack' rang out—the Ghost-Gathering Banner split clean in two. Tony Wang was flung into the air and smashed down hard, his swagger and control over the ghosts vanishing in an instant. He just sat there, dazed like his soul had left his body.

“What are you waiting for? Get in there and stomp this bastard to death!” Now that Tony Wang was out of tricks, Warren Yuan didn’t hesitate. His brothers, the bullied martial artists, even the county defense squad who’d been scared half to death—all piled in.

Tony Wang begged for mercy, but he’d barely finished when Warren Yuan and Harvey 'Million' Jin’s big feet came stomping down.

In less than fifteen minutes, Tony Wang was stomped to death by the crowd. Little Hades Village was wiped out, and the cursed Grandmaster Cemetery finally became history.

“Alright, son, I’ve handled the big stuff for you. The rest is up to you. Hell’s got way too much business, so I’ve gotta run. You need to train hard and grow up fast—I can only bail you out once or twice. Your future depends on you. Keep at it, kid!” With that, Dad Yama gave Ryan Ling’s head a gentle pat. In a blink, the giant ghost face vanished without a trace.

“Don’t worry, Dad—I’ll work hard!” Ryan shouted. Instantly, his dad’s hearty, satisfied laughter echoed from the sky.

At this point, maybe the bystanders hadn’t caught on, but the few surviving grandmaster ghosts kneeling on the ground knew exactly what was up. Looking at Ryan Ling, their ghost faces couldn’t have looked more miserable.

“You bunch of idiots, still kneeling there like morons—get your asses over here!” Ryan Ling shot a fierce glare at the grandmaster ghosts. Dad Yama knew exactly how useful these ghosts were; he’d left Ryan the eight strongest ones on purpose.

The martial arts tournament was coming up, with nine fighters per team. Ryan didn’t need ghost help for himself—after this ordeal, his own power had shot up. Plus, he planned to train for seven days straight in the shattered Cemetery, aiming to push the first stage of the Purgatory Soul-Suppressing Art to great completion. As for the other eight, each would be possessed by a grandmaster ghost. With a squad this strong, crushing Wuzhou was a sure thing.

Hearing the crown prince of Hell call them over, the eight remaining grandmaster ghosts didn’t dare waste a second—they all scrambled to kneel and kowtow to Ryan Ling, finally recognizing his exalted status.

“Alright, enough chatter—here’s the deal. Help me win the martial arts tournament and you’ll get plenty of perks. I just set up the Human-World Hell Court Bureau and need top talent. If you guys perform, all eight of you get official posts as Hell Marshals and start drawing imperial rations from Hell. How’s that sound?” Ryan had it all planned out: with only Frank Qin as a reliable subordinate, he was still short-handed. If these eight grandmaster ghosts joined up, his Hell Court would instantly be stacked.

The eight grandmaster ghosts were stunned—totally didn’t expect Ryan Ling to repay hatred with kindness and hand them such cushy official jobs. Their futures suddenly looked bright.

For ghosts, hanging around the Grandmaster Cemetery might mean freedom, but it’s basically a bandit den—any day could be their last, just like today. What they really wanted was a legit identity, and Ryan handed it to them on a silver platter. Of course they were grateful.

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Besides, with Ryan’s status, following him meant a shot at glory—he was on track to become a legend among ghosts.

“Sir, don’t worry. From now on, the eight of us will turn over a new leaf and work hard for you!”

“That’s right, sir—you’re like a second father to us. We’ll obey your every command, no questions asked.”

“Just watch us, sir. Starting with this Wuzhou tournament, we won’t let you down!”

“Exactly! Wuzhou, Bazhou, Hengzhou—we’ve sparred with fighters from all those places. Trust us, we’ll win for sure!”

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The eight grandmaster ghosts all swore loyalty, and Ryan Ling nodded excitedly. He knew they’d tangled with fighters from every county in East River State—so their battle experience was probably even sharper than his. Honestly, with these guys backing him, losing the tournament would be harder than winning.

Right away, the eight grandmaster ghosts fused with Jason Lin, Warren Yuan, Frank Qin, and the rest. Everyone accepted the possession gladly—even Tom Tang, who’d been the weakest, instantly erupted with gang-qi and hit grandmaster level.

Of course, the ghosts and their hosts would need time to coordinate to really shine in the tournament. For now, the boost was temporary—once the possession ended, everyone would revert to normal. But the experience itself would be a huge help for their future cultivation.

Time flew by—seven days passed in a blink. At dawn, just as sunlight hit Ryan Ling’s face, an urgent telegram arrived from Harbor City: the Seven-City Martial Arts Tournament had officially begun. Wuzhou was fully prepared and launching an unprecedented mass slaughter against Harbor City. This year’s tournament was more dangerous than ever before…