Chapter 146 - 117: Night Parade of Hundred Demons

Chapter 146: Chapter 117: Night Parade of Hundred Demons

Chen Ye’s residence, naturally, was not spared.

The bone-chilling cold swept through the entire estate in an instant.

The temperature in the once-lively courtyard plummeted. The roaring flames in the charcoal brazier shrank by half, and even the Flame itself turned green.

"What... what’s happening? It’s so cold!"

Tie Dan rubbed his arms, his teeth chattering.

Chunyan was so frightened her face went pale, and she instinctively edged closer to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye said nothing, his expression grim.

The unbidden feeling of dread in his heart grew stronger. He looked up to see a gray fog, so thick it seemed solid, seeping in from all directions. The courtyard walls, the cracks in the doors, and even the gaps between the floor tiles could not stop it.

Mixed within the fog were grating whispers and faint wails that drilled into one’s ears, unsettling the Divine Spirit.

"Ghosts... There are ghosts!"

One of the more timid members of the Opera Troupe finally saw the distorted human figures emerging from the mist and let out a terrified scream.

Before his voice had even faded, dozens of Ghost Shadows of all shapes and sizes had already seeped in through the walls and up from the ground.

Some were missing arms and legs, others had tongues that dragged on the ground. Their eyes glinted with a greedy green light as they stared fixedly at the people in the courtyard.

"AHH!"

Chunyan had never witnessed such a horrifying scene and let out a piercing shriek on the spot.

At the same time, a hanged ghost extended its long tongue, trying to wrap it around Chunyan’s neck.

Just then, Chen Ye moved.

He took a single step forward, sank into his stance, and channeled energy from his Dantian. Then, facing the swarming ghosts, he bellowed a single word.

"HALT!"

The sharp command was like a clap of thunder on a clear day!

An invisible wave of Vast Righteous Qi exploded outward from him like a shockwave!

The air vibrated violently. The lesser ghosts at the very front didn’t even have time to scream before their spirits were shattered by the immense force, dissipating on the spot into wisps of green smoke.

The rest of the ghosts were also thrown back by the force, letting out terrified screeches. They no longer dared to advance, merely lingering in the distance, watching Chen Ye with wary fear.

The entire courtyard fell silent.

Tie Dan, Chunyan, and the others were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape in stunned silence.

They knew Brother Chen was strong, but they never imagined he was *this* strong!

’He scared off a courtyard full of malevolent ghosts with just a single shout?’

Chen Ye’s eyes were cold as he scanned the fog-shrouded city beyond the courtyard.

Screams, wails, and cries for help rose and fell one after another. The scene was no different from Hell.

He knew that if they stayed here, they would eventually be worn down and killed by the endless tide of ghosts.

"Don’t just stand there! If you want to live, stick close to me!"

Chen Ye’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

As if waking from a dream, everyone quickly gathered behind him.

Without further hesitation, Chen Ye kicked open the mansion’s main gate. He formed a Sword Pointing with his hand, held it before his chest, and began to chant in a low, solemn voice.

The cadence was desolate and ancient—it was a passage from the General’s Order!

With every line he chanted, a sharp, visible golden light shot from his fingertips, slicing the pouncing ghosts in two.

Singing as he walked, golden light flared with each verse, carving a bloody path through the streets teeming with the Night Parade of Hundred Demons!

But when they reached the alley, the sight that greeted them made Chen Ye’s heart sink.

The street was littered with corpses—men and women, old and young—all dead in gruesome ways.

The once-prosperous Sea Guardian Guard had become a grotesque feast for ghosts.

As for the Government Office, their response was more than a step too slow.

The timing of the attack was simply too vicious. It was New Year’s Eve, a time for family reunions, and most soldiers and government officials were at home on leave, unable to assemble in time.

Even the few government officials who did rush into the streets with sabers were just throwing their lives away against these ghosts, which were immune to blades and spears.

One leading Chief Constable was killed instantly when a vengeful spirit passed through a wall and ripped his heart out.

Worse still, some officials enjoying the festivities at home were hunted down and had their lives claimed by Fierce Ghosts.

As a result, the entire command structure of the Sea Guardian Guard was paralyzed in a short amount of time.

Some tried to escape the city in carriages or on horseback, only to discover in horror that no matter which direction they galloped, they would bizarrely end up back where they started.

The dense fog had formed a massive Barrier, completely cutting the city off from the outside world.

The Sea Guardian Guard had become a true, inescapable Ghost City!

Protecting the group, Chen Ye fought his way forward and soon emerged from the alley onto the main street.

It was then that he caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance being hunted by a Ghost General on a tall, spectral steed, narrowly escaping death at every turn.

It was Ge Kun!

Ge Kun was in a sorry state. His Daoist Robe was torn to shreds, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Ghost General chasing him was clad in rust-spotted iron armor and wielded a gleaming Horse-Cutting Saber. The Evil Qi radiating from it was overwhelming; it was clearly one of the most powerful beings in this ghostly tide.

The Ghost General swung its saber down. Ge Kun retreated in a panic as the blade grazed the tip of his nose, striking the stone pavement and carving a trail of spectral fire.

"Boss Chen!"

At that moment, Ge Kun saw Chen Ye and couldn’t help but cry out for help.

Chen Ye didn’t hesitate for a second.

"You guys find a place to hide!"

He snapped at Tie Dan and the others, then with a thought, activated one of his Skills.

"Dramatic Appearance!"

In that instant, his long robes vanished, replaced by a suit of bright silver armor. On his head was a purple and gold coronet that bound his hair, and in his hand, he held a Dragon Gall Silver Spear!

His entire aura transformed, making him look like Zhao Zilong of Changshan himself, charging in alone to save his young lord—an absolutely magnificent sight!

This was the power of the Dramatic Appearance Skill after reaching Max Level—it could even interfere with reality to a limited extent.

The Ghost General seemed to sense the threat. It abandoned Ge Kun, turned its steed, and fixed its empty eye sockets on Chen Ye.

"KILL!"

The Ghost General let out a hoarse roar, spurred its spectral steed, and charged forward like a black whirlwind, carrying with it an unstoppable momentum.

Chen Ye’s expression was calm. With a flick of his wrist, he spun the silver spear, its tip tracing a beautiful flourish in the air.

"A worthy opponent!"

Then, he charged forward to meet the Ghost General.