Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Great Elder, You’re Not About to Break Your Word, Are You?
The moment the voice was heard.
"Swish!"
A space rift suddenly tore open above the platform.
Aster Grant stepped out of the space rift with Veridia and Scarlett.
His gaze locked straight onto the Great Elder of the Ghost Race.
"Great Elder, aren’t we here now? What’s the rush?"
Though he knew full well it was the person in front of him who had sent three Monarch Level members of the Ghost Race to assassinate him...
At this moment, Aster Grant didn’t show the slightest abnormality on his face.
The key now was to participate in this grand competition...
As for the scores to be settled with this Great Elder, it wouldn’t be long!
Meanwhile, deep within the forbidden land.
Cyan’s face was full of frosty anger.
He was currently organizing the final preparations with all the Ghost Race members stationed there.
He was going to charge back into the Ghost Race!
For years, he willingly guarded the forbidden land, his only concern being his two daughters.
He knew too well the Great Elder’s character...
That narrow-minded, sinister disposition.
If he didn’t accept the punishment, his daughters would never have left the Ghost Race safely back then.
And if he didn’t obediently guard the forbidden land, that Great Elder would have definitely sent people to hunt down his two daughters.
Therefore, over the years, the idea of leaving the forbidden land never crossed his mind.
Yet he never imagined...
Even after he did all this.
The Great Elder of the Ghost Race still wouldn’t let his daughters go.
When he heard Veridia say calmly...
At that moment, she and Scarlett barely escaped death at the hands of the pursuing Ghost Race.
Boundless rage instantly consumed his reason!
Screw the forbidden land!
Screw the punishment!
His only thought was to seek justice for his two daughters!
As a Half-Step Totem Level powerhouse, he had never been so furious.
An overwhelming aura swept across hundreds of miles, frightening nearby Demon Clan members into fleeing, away from the Ghost Race base.
Beside him, Lucia and Shane also sensed Cyan’s intense emotions, with a piercing cold light in their eyes as well.
"Boss, all preparations are complete! We can charge back into the Ghost Race at any time to seek justice for the two ladies!"
"Every brother in the base is holding their breath! Everyone’s waiting to charge back in with you!"
Cyan’s gaze slowly swept over Lucia and Shane, and then landed on the densely packed Ghost Race members before him.
These were all the same tribe exiled to the forbidden land by the Great Elder under various unfounded charges.
He took a deep breath, his voice like thunder, resonating throughout the place:
"Years ago, for my daughters, I willingly guarded the forbidden land to fend off the Demon Clan!"
"But now..."
"My only two flesh and blood nearly lost their lives at the hands of those Elders!"
"If I continue to endure, I’m an unworthy father!"
A majestic aura erupted once more, sweeping in all directions.
"Those willing to follow me, let’s set off immediately! Those unwilling to follow, you can choose to stay here."
However, none of the Ghost Race members present backed down.
Against those traditional, stubborn old ones.
Everyone had endured long enough!
They only lacked a leader!
"Swear to follow to the death!"
"Charge back with the boss!"
...
Every roar was accompanied by surging Ghost Qi.
In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming Ghost Qi intertwined, forming a colossal, sky-covering phantom of a Ghost King in the sky.
Cyan looked up at the phenomenon in the heavens, clenching his fist tightly.
The humiliation his daughters suffered would be repaid tenfold.
If not for the fortuitous encounter with that human, the consequences...
Thinking of this, Cyan’s breath hitched.
"Charge back!"
His domain fully opened, Ghost Qi soared into the sky.
Countless figures turned into streaks of light, tearing through the void
...
Beyond the forbidden land.
Central Plaza of the Ghost Race.
The Great Elder of the Ghost Race’s expression was so dark it seemed water would drip from it.
He stared fixedly at the suddenly appearing Aster Grant, his eyes filled with gloom.
This human actually made it back just in time!
Damn it!
The sound of his tightly clenched fist could be heard.
Since Aster Grant appeared alive here, it meant...
The three Monarch Level Ghost Race members he sent likely perished in the forbidden land.
His nails dug deeply into his palm.
There were only two possibilities for the mission’s failure:
Either the three unlucky ones ran into Monarch Level Demon Clan members as soon as they entered the forbidden land or...
His sinister gaze abruptly turned to Lilith.
It must have been that damned Blood Clan member secretly meddling!
Otherwise, with the power of those three Monarch Levels, how could this human have returned alive?
As for Aster Grant by his strength overturning the three Monarch Levels?
This absurd thought was immediately dismissed!
A Tier Four Commander going against Monarch Tier Three?
Absolutely impossible!!
On the other side, as Lilith looked at the timely arrival of Aster Grant, her tense nerves finally relaxed.
If Aster Grant had arrived a moment later, she would have had to activate the backup plan to forcefully delay the grand competition.
But now...
Her gaze swept over the Great Elder’s ashen face, filled with delight.
Beside Lilith, Elara Silverwood...
Her six fox tails instantly went rigid, as she covered her little mouth in disbelief and turned to Lilith.
"This human actually managed as the Blood Progenitor said..."
"Really succeeded in arriving for the grand competition!"
At this moment, her gaze towards Aster Grant contained elements of admiration.
To escape unscathed from both the forbidden land and the Ghost Race’s pursuit proved that this human possessed Monarch Level combat power at the very least.
A Tier Four Commander as a Beast Tamer could achieve such a realm?
This surpassed the talent of most top-tier Races!
A spark of interest flashed in her eyes.
If this person could successfully grow...
Reaching Totem Level was nearly certain.
And if the Human Race truly bore a Totem Level Beast Tamer...
Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked her sleeve.
The alliance plan with the Ghost Race needed reevaluation.
"I must quickly report to Mother."
She murmured to herself, her gaze never leaving Aster Grant.
After all, the value of a human capable of cultivating a Totem Level Beast was already far beyond expectations.
Not to mention the inherently strong overall power of the Human Race...
In the center of the plaza.
Aster Grant slowly walked up to the Great Elder of the Ghost Race.
The Great Elder’s expression shifted unpredictably, while Aster Grant appeared unfazed, directly confronting him:
"Great Elder, shouldn’t you announce the start of the competition?"
Seeing the other hesitate to speak, Aster Grant added:
"You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you? I fulfilled the day-long agreement as promised."
The Great Elder’s mouth twitched, struggling to force a smile more painful than tears:
"Of... Of course, I won’t go back on my word."
"You all may participate in this grand competition."
As soon as these words fell, the crowd erupted.
"What? Really letting these Onyx-Horned Ghosts participate in the sacred competition?"
"Trash like this? It’s a disgrace to our Ghost Race!"
"Great Elder, throw them out!"
The clamoring noise rose incessantly.
Upon hearing these voices, Veridia’s gaze coldly swept over the audience, carrying a hint of murderous intent.
In an instant, all sounds ceased.
"Wh... What is this? It’s like being stared down by a vicious beast..."
"This demeanor... It mirrors the Ghost Race genius Azure from back then..."
"Terrifying..."
A hint of contempt flashed in Veridia’s eyes.
After so many years, this group of Ghost Race members still bullied the weak.
Back then, it was clearly a Demon Clan invasion, yet all blame was laid on her and her sister.
"A bunch of worthless wretches!"
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