Rise of the White Dragon
chapter-142

"You call yourself White Dragon, yes?" The voice was full of ridicule, as if he was ridiculing Luan for calling himself that.

"If it's not me, is it you?" Luan stepped back.

When Luan said that, an overwhelming aura came out of his body. It was even more dense and powerful than the aura of the person who ridiculed him. An expression of disdain and defiance curved on Luan's lips when he looked ahead and saw the image of someone being enveloped in a dark mist, hiding their true appearance.

Staring closer, Luan was able to see through the remains that surround this person. 'A woman? No... A delicate man dressed as a woman.' Luan found out.

"You are looking for death by coming here." It was like a ghost, floating in the air, and only a darkened fabric could be seen and the part of the face was blurred by the person's dark aura.

Behind that person, that same ghost that once managed to escape Luan was there. Present also were other ghosts, only weaker and definitely human, holding weapons like swords and also firearms, even missile launchers.

"Answer me, did you come here to die?"

"If you want a chat partner, it is better to look for someone else," said Luan in a disinterested and monotonous tone. His face was totally expressionless; the expression on his face seemed to freeze the entire area.

"Gee. You are a very driven boy, did you know that?" the ghostly man said with his twisted voice that sent chills down the spine of those who heard him. "I'm upset. Now I'm not only going to kill you, but I'm also going to turn you into one of my personal ghosts and torment you forever, but who knows if you are even beautiful behind that mask..."

He didn't finish speaking; he just licked his lips in a way that no one could see except Luan who had a better vision than ordinary humans.

Luan's feet suddenly glowed blue and he appeared in front of one of the men like a gust of wind and kicked the man's face with his left foot, and when he spun at such a fast speed that it didn't even seem like he moved, he cut with his sword. The man who saw the sword going in his direction tried to dodge, but in spite of that, he failed and raised a heavy hammer to defend himself, however, the blade of Luan's sword shone with a blue light and cut through the hammer and the man's arm.

The man fell to the floor and began to squirm as he cried out in pain. "My arm, my arm!"

" You don't feel threatened, do you?." The indifference and pressure in his voice made the others take a few steps back. Now they saw that the person in front of them was not easy to deal with. Within seconds, two of them have been slaughtered.

Moving in a way that seemed simple, what happened next shocked everyone. Luan swing his sword to the right side and then, a ghost that was in his direction started to scream when it was wielded and, incredible as it may seem, started to be purified. Something that was almost impossible to happen when you were wielded by a sword.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Although the ghost's cry was initially regrettable, soon an expression of iconic happiness was stamped on her face. The ghost now had the appearance of a pretty girl of 18 years, and while looking at Luan thanked him and disappeared.

How difficult was it to kill a ghost and purify it? Even someone at the Peak of the Second Order would not be able, but before their eyes, Luan had done just that. He did something that they thought was impossible for someone inferior to the Second Order.

This then also meant that Luan's attacks became vital to the ghosts and especially to the man who controlled the ghosts. Before, he would have a self-resistance to damage, but before Luan, would he have the confidence to survive if he were wielded by his sword?

Leaving his stupor, the man dressed as a woman who was the leader of everyone on the ghost island, stepped back. If it weren't for the fact that his face was out of focus, it would have been noticeable that his face was as pale as a sheet. He was scared. For the first time in many years, the man who controlled ghosts and believed he was in control of life and death was afraid.

"Why did you come here, and why are you fighting against me?" Despite hesitating a little, the man dressed as a woman, named Ismael Kenedy, tried to thicken his voice and ask without seeming fear.

'So what if this man managed to kill a ghost? So what if he seems to be a little strong? Am I also not able to do the same?' Making his body stop shaking, Ismael convinced himself that he was not weaker than Luan. He had, after all, the Origin of ghosts; he could control ghosts freely and even incorporate them, increasing his power by placing a ghost inside himself.

It was not as if Ishmael was weak. In fact, he was quite strong and skilled. He incorporated a ghost into his body and his power increased. It was as if he had put on an armor that increased his status. In addition, he also held a spear and wore black armor. It was not known what level it was, but it seemed to be quite strong, at least from the Second Order.

*Beng!* *Beng!* *Beng!* *Beng!*

Initially, only Ismael was brave enough to attack. With the spear in his two hands he attacked quickly and accurately, aiming towards the head, heart, lungs, shoulders, thighs, and arms, but he failed to hit Luan, who defended himself every time. Each time, he used force and made Ismael retreat, while the others who ran with the intention of attacking, were not even able to understand how to join in.

Luan's eyes were cold and unforgiving. Even after killing some of the people there, his eyes didn't even blink or even look at the corpses a second time. Ismael's eyes faltered again. He couldn't keep up with Luan's movements. Even when it looked like he was in advantage by attacking, in fact, he was forced to attack. If not, he would have died.

Dripping with sweat, Ismael honestly wanted to retreat.