96: Chapter 96 A Confession from Hell! I know the taste of the ocean!

As the Ghost King's still-dripping head rolled onto the ground, Vivian felt her heart skip a beat.

Watching the man holding the dripping god slaying sword, his white clothes completely unstained, an uncontrollable sense of awe rose in her heart.

Killing a Half-step Spirit Transformation as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs, this was the strength of Su Feng!

"Pfft! Pfft!" Immediately following, without any hesitation, Su Feng casually swung his sword twice. Those two loyal dukes who had just been clamoring about those not of their race didn't even manage a scream before instantly following the Ghost King's fate.

"The rest is up to you." Su Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the shivering Ghost Race nobles: "If you don't kill them, I will kill you."

The tone was calm, yet it felt like the cold wind of the Nine Underworlds.

Vivian and the others trembled, instantly understanding Su Feng's meaning—this was a pledge of allegiance!

"Kill!!" Vivian's eyes sharpened, her twin daggers flying, and she was the first to charge toward the Ghost King's remnants.

"No way, he didn't even use his strongest Divine Soul power, just forced his way through with pure strength??" The Ghost Race Cultivator who had once endured the pressure of Su Feng's double pupils could no longer remain calm.

"Oh, stop nagging. Changing kings is like changing the heavens; if you don't work hard now, you'll regret it in the future. Let's start killing!"

"Sigh, these are all our brothers and kin."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the air.

"Whoever kills them gets the opponent's territory!" Su Feng's lighthearted addition instantly ignited the entire scene. The Ghost Race, who had originally been mindful of old feelings, instantly turned red-eyed.

"Heh! Willam, you peeked at my sister bathing forty years ago; it's time to settle that old score!"

"I just don't want to be a lackey of the Central Continent, it's definitely not because your territory is bigger than mine!"

"Didn't you just say they were your brothers and kin? How are you the one killing the fastest!!"

For a moment, the entire bank of the Styx turned into a chaotic mess. The Ghost Race nobles, who once called each other brothers, were now brandishing slaughter blades at one another for survival and profit, being even more ruthless than they were against outsiders.

"This..." Ram watched this bloody scene, unable to bear it. She opened her mouth to speak several times but eventually could only sigh and turn her head away.

"Ram." Su Feng walked over and gently stroked her hair.

"I know you are kind-hearted. But sometimes, kindness is not necessarily right; it might lead you to eternal damnation."

"Let me go back into the yin-yang life and death diagram, I... I don't want to stay here anymore." Ram said.

Su Feng nodded, took out the yin-yang life and death diagram, and collected Ram inside.

"Um... Head of the Su Family..." Seeing her sister was gone, Rem suddenly gathered her courage and boldly approached Su Feng, her two little hands nervously twisted together, making an extremely cute girl's prayer gesture.

Her short blue hair covered half her eyes, but it couldn't hide the hope in them: "You asked me a few days ago... if I was willing to be the Ghost King, didn't you?"

Su Feng nodded: "That's right."

"Then... if... I mean if..." Rem's little face turned red, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"If I become the Ghost King, can I... marry you, like the Dragon Clan and the Yao Race did?"

"Because Rem... really likes you!"

This sudden, direct confession stunned Su Feng for a moment. He looked at the little loli before him, with her clear eyes filled only with him, and the softest part of his heart was touched.

Immediately, he revealed a gentle smile: "I like Rem too."

"However, even if you weren't the Ghost King, I would still marry you."

"Re... really?!" Rem was so pleasantly surprised she almost jumped up, then she opened her arms, looking expectant: "Then... Rem wants to hug you now! Is that okay?"

"Of course." Su Feng casually threw the god slaying sword to the side and smiled as he opened his arms.

The next second, Rem rushed into Su Feng's arms like a fledgling bird returning to its nest, pressing her burning little face tightly against his chest, greedily breathing in his scent.

Behind them lay a scene of Hell, with mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ten thousand ghosts slaughtering each other. Blood and embraces, slaughter and pure love. This scene was eerie yet beautiful.

Tu Shan Ya, on the side, sighed helplessly, playing with her fox tail.

"This man... is simply toxic."

Su Feng was indeed too excellent, excellent to the point of being irreplaceable. If Su Feng were willing, there really wasn't a woman in the Four Lands he couldn't win over.

Thinking of the Great Witch telling her to have children soon, Tu Shan Ya remained silent.

When the Ghost Race civil war ended, Su Feng did not choose to let Rem and Ram be the Ghost King, but instead directly appointed the iron-willed Vivian.

The Eastern Mausoleum was a place with scarce resources, tasteless to eat but a pity to discard. Handing it over to a smart person like Vivian to manage was the most appropriate choice.

"Time to go home!" After handling everything, Su Feng stretched.

On the way back, he tossed the [yin-yang life and death diagram] to Tu Shan Ya: "Take this, let's travel." Then he dove back into the diagram himself. Time was precious and could not be wasted.

"Is the matter with the Ghost Race resolved?" Ao Cangyue stopped Cultivating as soon as she saw Su Feng.

"Yeah, those who wanted to be collaborators are all dead." Su Feng answered casually, his gaze fixed directly on Ao Cangyue.

A flash of appreciation crossed Ao Cangyue's eyes. Decisive in action and ruthless in killing—this was the kind of man who could accomplish great things.

"The Four Regions Alliance is formed, and the worries behind us are resolved." Su Feng walked up, his expression becoming extremely serious: "Next, it's time to help you fully achieve your Soul Transformation Breakthrough!"

Ao Cangyue was stunned, and then a tempting blush quickly appeared on her graceful and luxurious face.

"Do... do we still have to do that?" Although she questioned it, her hands had already subconsciously reached for the ties on her chest, preparing to untie them...

"No." Su Feng suddenly reached out and pressed down on her hand, a wicked smile curling his lips.

Ao Cangyue was stunned and let out a slow sigh of relief, but for some reason, she felt a bit... empty inside?

"Ah? Why would I have such a thought? I am the Dragon King..."

Just as she was letting her mind wander, Su Feng suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered a few words...

"What?!" Ao Cangyue's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, her ears turning completely red: "You... you want to..."

"This... how can this be?!" Thinking of the scene Su Feng described, this Dragon Mother who had ruled the West Sea for two thousand years was so shy she couldn't even speak clearly.

"Cangyue." Su Feng began to use his max-level sweet-talking skills: "You are now the leader of the Four Regions Alliance; the burden on your shoulders is not just your daughter, but the billions of living beings in the Four Lands!"

"Only you have the best hope of achieving a Soul Transformation Breakthrough! For the big picture, so as not to be controlled by others again..."

"Besides, we haven't reached that final step; all of this is to help you recover as quickly as possible!"

Ao Cangyue felt her brain go completely blank. Reason told her this was too absurd, but Su Feng's words left her unable to refute.

"For... the big picture..."

Seeing that the timing was ripe, Su Feng directly pulled Ao Cangyue into his arms, then gently pushed her down, letting her lie on the bed like a submissive marionette... "Wu..."

... [Guaranteed Progress: 5023 / 10000] ... [5033 / 10000]

One day later... Su Feng walked out of the life and death diagram and returned to the outside of the Northern Mountain Yao King Palace.

He subconsciously licked his lips; Su Feng knew the progress bar for taking down the Dragon Mother only had the last 1% remaining.

"As expected of the Dragon Mother..." Tu Shan Ya had been guarding outside, and upon seeing Su Feng emerge, her sensitive fox nose immediately leaned in, sniffing hard, before asking with a confused expression.

"Hmm?"

"What is that scent? Is this also ambergris?"

Su Feng glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling up, and gave a highly philosophical answer.

"No."

"This is... the ocean!"