My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel

The moment that voice rang out.

"Swoosh!"

A spatial rift suddenly tore open above the high platform.

Gu Xing stepped out from the rift, flanked by Qing Shuang and Fei Yue.

His gaze locked directly onto the Great Elder of the Ghost Clan.

"Great Elder, aren't we here now? What's got you so impatient?"

Though he was keenly aware it was this very man who sent three Monarch-level Ghosts to kill him...

Gu Xing's face showed not a trace of disturbance at this moment.

Right now, what mattered was entering the tournament...

As for his accounts with the Great Elder, those would soon be settled!

Meanwhile, deep within the Forbidden Land.

Qing's face was filled with icy frost.

He was now commanding every Ghost Race member at the Residence to make their final preparations.

He was going to fight his way back into the Ghost Clan!

For years, he had willingly guarded the Forbidden Land, his only concern being his two daughters.

He knew all too well the character of the Great Elder...

That narrow heart, that poisonous nature.

If punishment was not accepted, his daughters could never have safely left the Ghost Clan back then.

And if he did not obediently guard the Forbidden Land, that Great Elder would surely have sent someone to hunt his daughters down.

Thus, all these years, the thought of leaving the Forbidden Land had never crossed his mind.

Yet—he could never have imagined...

Even after all he had done.

That Ghost Clan Great Elder still refused to spare his daughters.

When he heard Qing Shuang calmly recount...

Back then, she and Fei Yue had come within a hair's breadth of dying at the hands of their pursuers.

A wave of rage instantly devoured his reason!

To hell with the Forbidden Land!

To hell with their "punishment"!

His only thought was to claim justice for his two daughters!

As a Half-Step Totem-level powerhouse, he had never been so furious.

His wild aura swept hundreds of miles, startling the surrounding Demon Race, who scrambled to flee far from the Ghost Clan's Residence.

Beside him, Cai and Shan sensed Qing's repressed, overwhelming emotion, a chill gleaming in their own eyes.

"Boss, everything's ready! We can strike back at the Clan at any time, claim justice for the young mistresses!"

"Every brother in the Residence is holding in a breath! We're all waiting to follow you back!"

Qing's gaze slowly swept over Cai and Shan, then landed on the throngs of Ghost Race before him.

All these were kin sent into exile by the Great Elder under false, trumped-up charges.

He drew a deep breath, his voice thundering across the field:

"All those years ago, for my daughters, I willingly guarded the Forbidden Land and kept out the Demon Race!"

"But now..."

"My only two remaining kin were nearly murdered by those Elders!"

"If I keep swallowing that humiliation, I'm not fit to be a father!"

An overwhelming aura erupted once more, sweeping in all directions.

"Any who wish to follow me, depart at once! Any who wish not to, can remain here."

But not a single Ghost stepped back.

As for those traditional, ossified old fools—

Everyone had endured for far too long!

All they lacked was a leader!

"Swear to follow unto death!"

"Back with Boss, to reclaim our home!"

...

Each bellow of rage was accompanied by soaring Ghost Qi.

In an instant, the ghostly energies wove together, coalescing above the heavens to form the colossal, sun-blocking illusion of a Ghost King.

Qing gazed up at the celestial phenomenon, his palm clenched till white.

The humiliation his daughters suffered, he would repay tenfold.

If it had not been chance that allowed them to meet that Human—

At the thought, Qing's breath caught in his throat.

"Strike back!"

He unleashed his Domain, Ghost Qi surging skyward.

Countless figures turned into streaming lights, tearing through the sky.

...

Beyond the Forbidden Land.

The Ghost Clan Central Square.

The Ghost Clan Great Elder's face was dark with thunderclouds.

He stared hard at the suddenly appearing Gu Xing, malice brimming in his eyes.

This human had actually arrived at the last critical moment!

Damn it!

His clenched fist made a grinding sound.

If Gu Xing appeared alive here, it could only mean...

The three Monarch-level Ghosts he sent were likely dead in the Forbidden Land.

His fingernails dug deep into his palm.

There were only two possibilities for the mission's failure:

Either those three unlucky ghosts blundered straight into a Monarch-level Demon, or...

His venomous gaze suddenly swung to Lilith.

It had to be that damn Blood Race interfering in secret!

Otherwise, with the strength of three Monarch-levels, how could this human still be alive?

As for Gu Xing personally slaying all three Monarch-levels?

He dismissed that absurd notion at once!

A Commander Tier Four versus Monarch Tier Three?

Absolutely impossible!!

On the other side, Lilith looked at Gu Xing, who'd arrived just in time, and finally allowed her taut nerves to relax.

If he'd been even a moment later, she'd have had to activate the backup plan and forcibly postpone the tournament.

But now...

Her gaze swept past the ashen-faced Great Elder, feeling entirely delighted.

And beside Lilith stood Tushan Yueli...

Her six fox tails went rigid in shock, as she clapped her mouth in disbelief, turning to Lilith.

"This human actually—just as the Blood Ancestor said..."

"Actually made it to the tournament on time!"

At this moment, her eyes toward Gu Xing held newfound respect.

To escape both the Forbidden Land and the Ghost Clan's pursuit unscathed—at minimum proved this human wielded Monarch-level power.

A Commander Tier Four Beast Master, reaching such a realm?

He had already surpassed the vast majority of top-tier geniuses in any race!

A flicker of marvel passed through her eyes.

If this one could grow unhindered...

Totem-level was virtually guaranteed.

And if the Human Race produced a Totem-level Beast Master...

Her long fingers unconsciously stroked her sleeve.

Any alliance plan with the Ghost Race would have to be reconsidered.

"I must inform Mother as soon as possible."

She murmured under her breath, but her gaze never left Gu Xing.

After all, a human who could cultivate Totem-level Guardians possessed value far beyond expectations.

Not to mention the Humans' collective strength...

At the heart of the square.

Gu Xing strode forward to stand before the Great Elder of the Ghost Clan.

The Great Elder's face flickered between emotions, but Gu Xing ignored him entirely, stepping up face-to-face and going straight for the kill:

"Great Elder, isn't it time to announce the start of the tournament?"

Seeing his opponent slow to answer, Gu Xing twisted the blade:

"You're not about to go back on your word, are you? I did exactly as promised, within the day."

The Great Elder's mouth spasmed, forcing out a smile uglier than a cry:

"Of...of course I will not go back on my word."

"You may take part in this tournament."

As those words fell, the crowd erupted.

"What?! You're actually letting these two Unicorn Ghosts take part in the sacred tournament?"

"Trash like that isn't worthy! They disgrace the Ghost Clan!"

"Great Elder, throw them out!"

The jeers came in waves.

Hearing them, Qing Shuang's gaze swept coldly across the audience, a spark of killing intent in her eyes.

In an instant, all noise fell dead.

"W-what's going on? It feels like a Fierce Beast has locked onto us..."

"That aura—it's just like the Ghost Clan prodigy Qing Ru from back in the day..."

"Terrifying..."

Qing Shuang's eyes flashed with scorn.

After all these years, the Ghost Clan was still all bully, no backbone.

Back then, when the Demon Race invaded, they pinned all the blame on her and her sister.

"What a pack of cowards!"

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