“What do you mean?” The female ghost snickered, “You’re a Hellguard, I’m a Hellguard, and my son is also a Hellguard. Do you really think that a single Hellguard can stand against two on equal footing?”

Qin Ye smiled faintly without saying another word.

He had just been wondering why the two Hellguard-class Yin spirits didn’t turn tail and run despite seeing the appearance of an Emissary of Hell of equal rank. After all, any evil ghost that had lived for more than a hundred years would most certainly have fled in an instant.

But now, he knew.

“So, you’ve only been dead for fifty years. That explains your ignorance…” He smiled faintly and began to walk over, dragging his spirit streamer behind him, leaving a trail of blood along the ground. Soon, he arrived right in front of the two Assassins of the Underworld and revealed a perfect, toothy smile at them.

The child licked his lips avariciously. The female ghost also narrowed her eyes as a murderous intent surged from the depths of her heart.

A split second later, leaving a sonic boom suddenly pierced through the air, and Qin Ye’s spirit streamer swept over like a bolt of lightning. The blazing pupils of the previously relaxed Assassins instantly shrank, and they leapt back madly with a shrill shriek.

Fast…

Terrifyingly fast!

Unimaginably fast!

“Trying to hide?” Qin Ye snorted, and a silver soul shackle shot out from his left sleeve, binding up the child’s upper body in an instant.

Sss!!! The child...