Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 475 - 473: So Competitive?

Mo Lin challenged the Three Kings alone, astonishing everyone present.

Too arrogant.

A newcomer, completely boundlessly arrogant.

"Don’t rush... Don’t rush to make a move," a gentle voice came.

Following the voice, the speaker was a short-haired woman.

The woman’s figure was well-rounded, wearing a white inner shirt paired with an open black jacket.

Black pants, a pair of sneakers.

Exuding a sense of rascal yet handsome beauty.

Mo Lin was currently engaging with King Jing, and upon hearing the woman’s voice, both Mo Lin and King Jing instinctively halted their actions.

The Evil King and the Ming King also stopped their actions, looking at the woman.

"What are you doing?" the Evil King questioned the short-haired woman.

"I want to be the Vice Hall Master." Nanming Yueye stood out unhurriedly from the crowd, slowly stating.

"Ah... a fellow competitor?" Mo Lin exclaimed in surprise, looking at Nanming Yueye.

Is it really this intense now?

So many people vying for a Vice Hall Master position?

"To become a Vice Hall Master, at least the realm of the Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal is required," a man slowly said to Nanming Yueye.

Nanming Yueye slowly lifted her hand, and the Thirteen-Color Wishing Power surged out, enveloping her.

Nanming Yueye waved her hand, summoning a black spherical Little Ghost that appeared and perched on her shoulder.

She reached into the Little Ghost’s mouth, then pulled out a Red Tassel Spear, which she spun once in her right hand, the spear tip pointing at everyone present.

"I wonder if I have the qualifications to compete for the Vice Hall Master position," Nanming Yueye asked the subordinates of the Three Kings surrounding her.

"You’re just like Mo Lin, who also joined us not too long ago. On what basis do you compete with the Three Kings for the Vice Hall Master position?" a man stood out, questioning Nanming Yueye.

"Swoosh!" Nanming Yueye’s right-handed Red Tassel Spear pierced directly through the man’s heart, lifting his body and then slamming it heavily on the ground.

"I’m not someone with a bad temper.

I’m giving you the chance to speak.

If anyone has objections to me, speak up," Nanming Yueye said unhurriedly to everyone around.

Who would dare speak more?

Tired of living?

At this moment, whoever stood out was looking for death.

A man previously came to compete for the Vice Hall Master position, and now a woman is doing the same.

Anyone would think they’re in cahoots.

With previous lessons learned, no one dared to speak anymore.

"No one wants to talk? It seems you all agree with me competing for the Vice Hall Master position?"

As Nanming Yueye spoke, she held the Red Tassel Spear in her right hand and walked forward, confronting Mo Lin.

Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye locked eyes.

"What are you looking at? If you can compete for the Vice Hall Master position, why can’t I?"

Nanming Yueye snorted lightly at Mo Lin.

"There should be an order of arrival, shouldn’t there?" Mo Lin slowly said to Nanming Yueye.

"I joined the Cultivation Hall a week ago. I came earlier than you," Nanming Yueye slowly replied.

"Nonsense, I’ve been here for a month. I arrived earlier than you," Mo Lin quipped offhandedly.

From a distance, Lu Xiao heard Mo Lin’s words and fell speechless, "Dude, is it necessary to be so shameless?

You’ve only been here for two days, is that okay?"

"So you should leave," Mo Lin slowly said to Nanming Yueye.

"Nonsense, don’t think you can fool me. You’ve been here for at most half a month," Nanming Yueye changed her tone and said, "Even if you came earlier, I won’t give up the Vice Hall Master position to you."

"Then let’s see who’s stronger." Without further ado, Mo Lin directly charged at Nanming Yueye.

Nanming Yueye was also not to be trifled with, raising her right-handed Red Tassel Spear, the Thirteen-Color Wishing Power surging forth, charging at Mo Lin.

As the two clashed, the ground trembled violently.

With every clash, a fearful power erupted.

The Evil King, King Jing, and Ming King exchanged glances.

This was too arrogant.

Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye didn’t regard the Three Kings as anything.

"Aren’t you underestimating us Three Kings?" the Evil King stepped out, chiding.

"Do you think us Three Kings are pushovers?"

"Taking us lightly?"

"Not taking us seriously at all," both King Jing and Ming King expressed dissatisfaction.

They, after all, were the Three Kings of the Cultivation Hall, feeling upset about being ignored.

Every clash between Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye was a stalemate.

Everyone was a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal, and in their skirmishes, neither was superior.

"I’m not just a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal, I am also..." Before Mo Lin could finish, he heard Nanming Yueye’s voice. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I not only have the Thirteen-Color Wishing Power, but I also have another method, Artifact Mastery." As her words fell, the Red Tassel Spear in Nanming Yueye’s hand acted like a flying sword, leaving her palm.

An invisible force was controlling the Red Tassel Spear.

As Nanming Yueye gently waved her finger,

the Red Tassel Spear flew toward Mo Lin, its speed ten times faster than before.

In the blink of an eye, the Red Tassel Spear was right in front of Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his right hand, grabbing the incoming Red Tassel Spear firmly.

The Red Tassel Spear trembled violently in Mo Lin’s hand, emitting a booming sound.

Mo Lin’s palm throbbed with pain, feeling as if the Red Tassel Spear was a living entity, trying to escape his grasp.

"An Immortal Cultivator?" Nanming Yueye showed a surprised expression.

Next, she waved her finger lightly, making the Red Tassel Spear jerk, breaking free from Mo Lin’s grasp.

At the same time, Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye looked toward the Three Kings.

"Do you have any objections?" Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye said simultaneously, their voices overlapping.

The Evil King’s head buzzed.

These two in front were obviously not simple!

One was an Immortal Cultivator.

The other one mastered Artifact Mastery.

Either was someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.

Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal was strong, but not invincible.

Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal was potent, but it depends on the comparison.

In comparison to an Immortal Cultivator, it was weaker.

Even more so when compared with someone who mastered Artifact Mastery.

"King Jing, do you have any dissatisfaction with the two masters? Feel free to speak up," the Evil King said slowly to King Jing.

"Damn... You bastard..."

King Jing’s scalp went numb, his head buzzing.

Express dissatisfaction?

Would he dare?

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare utter a single word.

One Immortal Cultivator, one who mastered Artifact Mastery, how could he possibly provoke them?

"I have no objection to the two masters."

King Jing turned to look at Ming King. "Ming King, didn’t you just express dissatisfaction with the two masters?

If you have any dissatisfaction, just speak it out."

"Damn... is that how this is played?"

Ming King was so agitated that he cursed.

Throwing such dirty water?

Seriously, even diving into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash it away.

Is this making him express dissatisfaction?

This is clearly making him court death.

"You two are truly dirty."

Ming King turned around, and at the instant he met Mo Lin and Nanming Yueye’s cold gaze, his body shivered violently.

A chill surged from his heels to the top of his head.

Afraid that several holes would be punched in him.

At that moment, he felt his breathing would stop.

This oppressive feeling was too strong.