Chapter 112: Submission

At this moment, under Jiang Xiaofei’s relentless assault, Elder Song felt a deep sense of dread. The pressure from that palm strike was something he had never even sensed when facing the Corpse King.

Could it be that Jiang Xiaofei was a supreme Daoist master?

The thought seemed unbelievable; after all, Jiang Xiaofei’s current aura clearly belonged to the Xuantian realm—how could he possibly be a supreme Daoist?

“It must be a bluff,” Elder Song decided after steadying his mind, immediately countering with a palm strike.

But with just this exchange, regret washed over him, along with a growing sense of foolishness. Jiang Xiaofei’s palm was like an endless whirlpool, voraciously absorbing his ghostly energy.

This realization terrified him; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free. Instead, the absorption intensified, as if stuck in quicksand—the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

“Hahaha, now you see my true power, don’t you?” Jiang Xiaofei sneered coldly. Having harnessed the power of Little Phoenix, his strength rivaled the peak of the supreme Daoist realm. How could Elder Song stand against him?

Yet, Jiang Xiaofei purposely suppressed his aura, keeping it at the Xuantian level to avoid revealing all his cards.

“How could you possibly be a supreme Daoist?” Elder Song said, disbelief coloring his voice.

Jiang Xiaofei’s cold laugh cut through the air: “What’s impossible? You’re just narrow-minded. Have you forgotten who I am?”

“Who are you?” Elder Song asked, his voice tinged with fear.

Jiang Xiaofei smiled: “Fei Ye.”

“Oh, so you’re Fei Ye,” Elder Song’s expression shifted as realization dawned. “Fei Ye, I beg you to spare me—I surrender.”

“That’s more like it,” Jiang Xiaofei chuckled, then withdrew his palm.

Elder Song was sent flying across the room, only stopping when he crashed against the wall. A mouthful of fresh blood spilled out, leaving him in a pitiful state. His once proud aura instantly withered away.

Witnessing this, the ghost soldiers and generals were shocked, but as clear-sighted individuals, they quickly understood that Elder Song had not truly been defeated—Fei Ye had held back.

This realization left them in awe of Jiang Xiaofei’s skill. When they looked at him again, their hostility vanished, replaced by deep reverence. With such a man commanding the Ghost Department, how could it not be restored to glory?

“Quick, pay respects to Fei Ye!” a ghost general shouted, and immediately tens of thousands of ghosts knelt.

The scene of submission pleased Jiang Xiaofei greatly; the intimidation had clearly worked.

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Jiang Xiaofei exchanged a knowing smile with Su Muhe beside him.

“Congratulations, Fei Ye,” Su Muhe stepped forward with a smile.

Jiang Xiaofei nodded slightly. “By the way, wasn’t there another Elder Zhu? Why haven’t I seen him?”

Su Muhe replied, “Elder Zhu has already been engaged by Protector Meng. They’re probably fighting in the City Lord’s mansion right now.”

“So you were prepared all along,” Jiang Xiaofei nodded.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.