"I've never seen you before." The burly man had disheveled hair and was covered in scars.

On his dark skin, strange patterns were engraved.

The only thing covering his body was a pair of tattered shorts for his lower half.

The sandals on his feet, worn for who knows how many years, were severely damaged as well.

If you didn't know him, you'd think he was a homeless scavenger on the streets.

"We have met." Even facing the overwhelming presence of Mr. Ghost, Atticus Marsh was still somewhat fearful.

Who could forget the terrifying deeds of this demon back in the day?

In just a month, he annihilated three section alliances!

The Alliance Hierarch's entire family was killed, their bodies torn to pieces.

The name of Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving instilled fear in that generation.

Atticus Marsh was young at the time, yet he witnessed the miserable deaths of the Grandmasters within the alliance.

His master, who was also the brother of the prison warden, had his body shredded like it had gone through a meat grinder.

Even his bones were broken into pieces.

"Having seen me and still being alive? You're quite lucky. But I never bother to remember those insignificant wretches."

Mr. Ghost lowered his head, his voice slightly weak.

Nine-building Rivers and Mountains Array!

It was like the power of Nine Provinces, weighing on his head!

Rendering this demon immobile.

"I am a member of the Black Pine League's royal family. When you were captured back then, I was there." Atticus Marsh folded his hands behind his back, speaking with a sense of pride.

No matter what, even though Black Pine League paid a huge price, they ultimately won.

They trapped Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving here.

And kept him trapped for over a hundred years.

Victors always speak with more authority.

"Ha ha, ridiculous." Mr. Ghost forcefully lifted his head, a sinister smile on his face: "You really dare say you captured me? If it weren't for that sword strike leaving me extremely weak, Black Pine League would've been nothing but food in my stomach."

His words were filled with disdain.

"Mr. Ghost, no matter what, you are now trapped inside the Black Prison by my Black Pine League. Don't even think about getting out until you die." Atticus Marsh took a deep breath; Mr. Ghost's sinister smile made his scalp tingle.

This kind of presence only comes from someone who has eaten humans and killed countless people.

"But now, we've decided to release you."

Upon hearing this.

Mr. Ghost lifted his head, giving a wicked laugh: "The first thing I'll do when I get out is to kill all of you. Not one left!"

"You…" Atticus Marsh frowned slightly; why wasn't this person following logic?

He had even offered goodwill to release him, yet Mr. Ghost responded with threats?

"Get lost." Mr. Ghost spoke coldly: "I'll remember you. When I see the light of day again, I'll skin you and draw out your tendons a bit at a time, making you suffer the greatest agony in the Mortal World."

After speaking, he lowered his head, seeming to sleep.

Or perhaps he wasn't asleep.

But it can be seen that under the Nine-building Array, even Mr. Ghost was struggling somewhat.

"Senior, we only wish to ask for your assistance. As long as you help me kill someone, I will return your freedom to you and personally apologize."

Atticus Marsh bowed deeply.

Such an attitude might even be said to have lost the face of the royal family.

But for the Black Pine League, and for himself, he was willing to make any sacrifice.

"Really?"

Mr. Ghost lifted his head, squinting his eyes.

"A promise as solid as a nine-building…" As Atticus Marsh said this, his intestines were about to turn green with regret.

Nine-building, it was pressing Mr. Ghost!

If negotiations were ruined by this unintended slip, he'd want to slap himself a few times!

"Senior, I apologize if I offended you." Atticus Marsh turned around, seeing no one around, and after a brief hesitation, directly knelt on the ground.

"Ha ha! Young man, I quite admire you." Mr. Ghost laughed wildly, nodding his head: "Not bad, the dignified royal family can forsake pride to achieve its aims. You're a petty person who seeks nothing but profit—I like that."

"Back then, Black Pine League was forced to imprison you, Senior. After all, your fierce reputation was widespread; we didn't want to die by your hand either." Atticus Marsh stood up, still maintaining a bent posture while speaking.

"Who should I kill?"

Mr. Ghost asked coldly.

"A young man." Atticus Marsh replied solemnly.

"A young man that your Black Pine League can't handle?" Mr. Ghost found it hard to believe; he even suspected the other party was deceiving him?

"This young man is incredibly powerful, making a name for himself on Boulevard. To be honest, the Black Pine League is facing a crisis; over a hundred Grandmaster Martial Artists from Boulevard are preparing to invade us, including many Great Grandmasters." Atticus Marsh immediately explained in detail, not wanting to create more trouble now that he was finally able to converse with Mr. Ghost.

"Aren't you worried that once I'm out, I'll kill all of you?" Mr. Ghost's eyes, like an abyss, looked at Atticus Marsh.

This gaze made Atticus Marsh feel motionless, as if his whole body was under control.

"After a century away from worldly affairs, Senior might need allies once you're out. As long as you help us eliminate those people, Black Pine League is willing to be Senior's dogs." Atticus Marsh's tone was reverent, his expression immensely solemn: "I believe, even being Senior's dogs, would be better than our current situation in Black Pine League!"

After these words, Mr. Ghost fell silent.

For a long time.

He nodded: "Good, very good. You're right; after a hundred years away, I indeed need a pack of dogs. Release me, and I'll help you kill that group. As long as you work for me in the future, I won't treat you poorly."

"Thank you, Senior!"

Thud!

Atticus Marsh knelt on the ground, kowtowing heavily: "Junior congratulates Senior on leaving the pass!"

"I have one more condition." Mr. Ghost chuckled: "Back then, among those who captured me, there seemed to be one named Melvin Marsh."

"This… yes, Senior." Atticus Marsh had a bad feeling.

"I want to kill him."

Mr. Ghost spoke with eerie coldness.

"Senior, is there room for negotiation over this? Melvin Marsh is the prison warden and holds very high prestige within Black Pine League. If he dies, I'm worried…"

"That's your problem! It has nothing to do with me. If you can't even manage this, you're not qualified to be my dog!"

Mr. Ghost interrupted Atticus Marsh, his voice as cold as frost: "Opportunity comes only once."

"Fine! Senior, give me an hour." Atticus Marsh steeled his resolve; as long as he could win over Mr. Ghost, what did he have to fear from Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?

What about Boulevard?

By then, Declan Marsh would just be a puppet!

If obedient, he'd be kept; if not, he'd be killed.

Yet this was indeed a tricky issue.

Melvin Marsh's prestige within Black Pine League was exceptionally high; if he suddenly died, it might provoke a rebellion among the martial artists of the alliance.

After pondering for a moment, he walked over to the display screen and pressed the call button.

"What's the situation downstairs?"

Melvin Marsh connected the video call, asking anxiously.

"Warden, Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving is about to perish; he likely won't survive the night." Atticus Marsh wore a distressed expression.

"How can this be! I'll head down right now, wait for me!"

Melvin Marsh hurriedly ended the call, pressing the elevator button to the Black Prison.

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