This villain has become a ghost

Nangong Mingzhu's brows knitted together, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He quickly stood in front of Ling Chaomian, gripping the knife tightly in his hand, his expression indifferent.

Ling Chaomian looked at the body blocking his way and was slightly surprised.

The Imperial Master's deep and steady voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making the air oppressive. His eyes were like a venomous snake, staring intently at Nangong Mingzhu and Ling Chaomian, a cold smile curling up at the corners of his mouth.

"National Master, what do you mean?" Nangong Mingzhu's voice was cold and casual, without any fear, but with a hint of sarcasm.

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "What do you mean? I just... came to take back what belongs to me."

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he didn't regard Ling Chaomian as a human being at all.

This made Nangong Mingzhu think of the bullying and abuse he had received from everyone. He was no exception, not being treated as a human being...

This feeling is really disgusting.

This beast in human clothing... really makes people want to kill him.

Nangong Mingzhu sneered and said bluntly, "He's nothing but a charlatan. Do you really think you're a respected state teacher?"

The Imperial Master's gaze froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a sinister grin, "Your Highness the Fourth Prince, you should know that if I killed you here, it wouldn't attract any attention at all. In fact... no one would even know!"

Nangong Mingzhu's eyes were filled with the dark night, cold as ice, with a sharp murderous intent and a bit of the calmness of looking at dead things, and his smile was cruel.

The Imperial Master's eyes darkened slightly, and he shuddered inexplicably. His back felt cold as he was stared at by him, just like a prey being stared at by a wild beast, and his heart skipped a beat.

"National Master, what you said is absolutely right." The joyful yet cruel smile on Nangong Mingzhu's lips gradually widened, filled with extreme indifference and murderous intent. "If I kill you here, no one should know either. After all... you still have a good disciple. He will testify for me, right?"

Ling Chaomian hesitated for a moment, swallowed, and said, "...Yes."

The Imperial Master snorted coldly. They were just two little brats. How could they really think they could turn the world upside down?

He waved his hand, and the guards behind him immediately rushed forward. Nangong Mingzhu's eyes focused, and the knife in his hand swung out instantly, bringing with it a cold light.

Amidst the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers, blood and energy scattered everywhere. Nangong Mingzhu's swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless. Without hesitation, he struck one of the men, slicing through his throat with a single, clean blow, spilling hot, bloody blood. The burly man clutched his throat, his eyes filled with terror as he whimpered and died.

One person after another...

Nangong Mingzhu seemed to feel almost no pain from his wounds, and he ruthlessly harvested one life after another, like an evil demon Shura.

The Imperial Master narrowed his eyes and saw that the man was injured. His black clothes were soaked with blood and his hand holding the knife was shaking. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.

Just as Nangong Mingzhu was about to attack the Imperial Master, the Imperial Master suddenly attacked, and a palm force instantly struck him. Nangong Mingzhu was unable to dodge, and was hit by the palm force, instantly flying backwards and hitting the wall heavily.

Yue Liuyun's heart skipped a beat.

This national teacher...his martial arts skills are actually quite strong. This is causing trouble.

Although he already knew the ending, Yue Liuyun was still terrified and sweating profusely.

The Imperial Master sneered and approached Ling Chaomian step by step: "You really make me worry. Why don't you just do what you are supposed to do?"

Ling Chaomian's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move.

At this moment, Nangong Mingzhu held onto the wall, gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes terribly gloomy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, smiled contemptuously, waved the knife in his hand again, and rushed towards the national teacher.

"With only this level, I thought you were so powerful." Nangong Mingzhu said indifferently.

The Imperial Master turned his attention back to him.

Nangong Mingzhu was covered in blood, his pupils were terrifying, and his cheeks were stained red with blood. He looked like he had crawled out of Shura Hell.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Imperial Master turned around, Ling Chaomian suddenly stepped forward and hugged the Imperial Master's legs tightly, fixing him firmly in place and making him unable to move.

"What are you doing?! Do you want to die? Let me go!" The national master was shocked and shouted angrily.

He struggled hard to break free, but his legs were unable to move. He could only stretch out his hand with anger and murderous intent, wanting to slap him away.

However, he suddenly felt a chill, and the knife flashed coldly under the sudden moonlight. In a blink of an eye, it came towards him with a strong and fishy smell of blood, and flashed before his eyes.

Nangong Mingzhu put the knife to his neck and chopped it down without hesitation, even trying his best to cut off his head, grabbed his head and threw it back casually.

Ling Chaomian was frightened by the scene in front of him and couldn't help but retching.

Nangong Mingzhu's entire body seemed to be soaked in blood, his pupils had almost turned red, and he looked extremely terrifying. He approached Ling Chaomian step by step. There were corpses all around him, which he kicked away carelessly.

Ling Chaomian subconsciously stepped back and shuddered. His back was covered in cold sweat and he was shaking with fear.

Compared to the National Master, Nangong Mingzhu seemed even more terrifying at this moment.

His eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, with a chilling chill. He looked down at Ling Chaomian from a high position and said in a deep voice, "Since you have come to me on your own, don't blame me for using you. From now on, you will climb up the ladder at all costs, become the new national teacher, belong to my power, and obey my orders. Do you understand?"

Ling Chaomian resisted the urge to retch. The smell of blood made his stomach churn. A look of fear filled his eyes. He closed them and said in a trembling voice, "I...I understand. Thank you for saving me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Mingzhu could no longer hold on and fell down like a broken reed, lying among the corpses on the ground.

Corpses were strewn across the ground. One young man was covered in wounds, soaked in blood, and unconscious. Another young man sat slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, bewildered.

The final scene froze at this moment. Yue Liuyun's vision blurred and his consciousness became fragmented. All he could feel was darkness, and he could only feel his body slowly sinking, as if he were about to sink into a bottomless abyss.

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As the sky began to brighten, Yue Liuyun woke up with a start. The dense and all-encompassing blood-red color seemed to still remain in front of his eyes, and he was still frightened.

She was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

Nangong Mingzhu had already dressed, clad in a distinguished purple-black robe with crimson dragon patterns. He exuded the elegance and dignity of a nobleman. His deep, ocean-like eyes gazed directly at her, and he said with a half-smile, "Dreaming? I never thought ghosts could dream."

Yue Liuyun looked back at him in a daze. The young man who had been floating in the sea of blood... and the cold and noble emperor now, their faces gradually overlapped.