"What?!"
The Ghost King froze, utterly stunned. It had never expected the mysterious figure before it to possess such terrifying power. The man had summoned the supreme force of thunder with a mere gesture, unleashing the fearsome purple lightning with ease.
In that moment, the Ghost King felt an overwhelming sense of danger, as if a life-and-death crisis had descended upon it. Despite being a powerful Ghost King, it was powerless against the devastating might of the thunder.
To the ghosts, lightning was a natural nemesis—masculine, destructive, and utterly lethal. Even a single strike could inflict severe damage. The purple thunder now crackling in the sky was beyond anything the Ghost King had ever imagined, a power so destructive that it sent waves of panic coursing through its spectral form.
At that instant, Xia Chuan stood like a god of thunder, calling upon world-ending lightning to purge the demons and ghosts from existence.
"No, this can't be. It's just a low-level world! How can someone kill me? Impossible. I must resist!"
The Ghost King roared in defiance, shaking the very heavens with its fury. In that moment, a primal instinct surged within it. All the ghostly power within its body surged, causing it to grow to an immense size, more than ten times its original form.
Now, it resembled a towering skyscraper, a massive, looming presence with an aura of darkness surrounding it. Grievances from the dead poured into its being, warping the air and casting a malevolent shadow over the world. The thousands of evil spirits roared in unison, their voices a chorus of madness and rage.
An evil spirit reached out with its claws, attempting to shatter the purple thunder before it could strike. But it was an exercise in futility.
Boom!
In an instant, the purple thunder descended with a cataclysmic force, smashing through the Ghost King's colossal form. The explosion split its vast body in half, sending shockwaves of energy rippling through the air. The raw power of the lightning coursed through the Ghost King, devastating it from within, tearing apart its very essence.
Within moments, the Ghost King's consciousness was erased, its existence obliterated.
"I… I'm dead. Killed by a human in this lowly world with one strike. How… is this possible?"
The Ghost King, in its final moments, was paralyzed with disbelief. It had been a force of nature, feared across the realms, controlling millions of evil spirits, a being capable of causing cataclysms and devastation wherever it went. And yet, in this unknown world, it had been struck down by a single, mysterious figure.
The absurdity of its own demise was too much to accept. How could a lowly human defeat it with a single blow? How could the Ghost King, once supreme, be so utterly destroyed in an instant?
It was a question that would never be answered.