Chapter 47: A God Descends — Redeeming the SS-Class!

Golden light burst forth from the side, but Yang Ningbing didn’t even glance at it.

She focused entirely on the long sword in her hand, slashing directly at the SS-class wraith’s body.

The wraith let out a deafening howl, opening its bloodied maw to bite at her.

At the same time, its razor-sharp claws slashed viciously toward her.

Caught mid-air with no room to dodge, Yang Ningbing could only raise her sword horizontally to block.

“Dragon Shadow!”

At that exact moment, a thunderous shout rang out — a golden dragon surged forth, diving straight into the SS-class wraith.

A ferocious power erupted like a storm, like a tidal wave, like an avalanche crashing down.

It pierced directly into the wraith’s body.

The blow was so strong, it actually forced the SS-class wraith to stagger backward, instantly dissolving its attack on Yang Ningbing.

A blood-curdling shriek escaped the wraith’s mouth as it was struck to the ground.

The raging golden dragon coiled and roared atop its body before vanishing into thin air.

Yang Ningbing blinked in surprise, unsure what had just happened.

A figure bathed in gentle golden radiance appeared before her.

Looking at the glowing figure, her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Su Nan?”

Even Yang Ningbing found it hard to believe her eyes.

Su Nan turned back and flashed her a bright smile.

“Teacher, I’m here. You can relax now.”

For some reason, seeing her student before her filled Yang Ningbing with an overwhelming sense of safety — as if standing behind Su Nan meant being sheltered from all storms.

But… she was the teacher!

“Watch out!”

At that moment, the SS-class wraith suddenly sprang up, swiping its claws straight at Su Nan.

Su Nan’s figure blurred — he grabbed Yang Ningbing and leapt back several meters, easily dodging the attack.

“Teacher, just watch,” Su Nan said calmly.

“I’m not just myself anymore — I carry the will of the heroic soul!”

With that, he smiled and charged forward toward the SS-class wraith.

“You—”

Yang Ningbing began to speak but stopped as she saw Su Nan already in front of the wraith, throwing a heavy punch.

From his fist, a fierce golden dragon burst forth, diving straight into the wraith’s body.

The dragon roared and rampaged within it.

Every time it moved, large clouds of black mist spewed out of the wraith’s form.

The SS-class wraith screamed in agony, its body wreathed in black fog, eyes glowing with intense red light. It pounced forward with both claws aimed at Su Nan.

But Su Nan vanished again, appearing on the other side of the wraith, delivering another punch.

Another golden dragon emerged, biting directly into the wraith’s form.

Massive amounts of black mist burst out.

The terrifying, mantis-like SS-class wraith contorted in agony, twisted and burned from within as if consumed by fire.

The golden dragon continued to weave through its body, inflicting immense damage with every pass.

The SS-class wraith let out another screech, charging wildly toward Su Nan.

But Su Nan retreated effortlessly, landing beside Yang Ningbing.

The wraith stumbled after a few steps and collapsed, its heavy body slamming into the ground with a thud, kicking up a thick fog.

Golden light burst out across its body.

Thick black mist swirled upward, blanketing everything around it.

In moments, the mist became faint black smoke and dissipated rapidly.

Seconds later, the enormous SS-class wraith was completely gone, its body turned to smoke and scattered into the wind.

Just three punches — Su Nan had slain the SS-class wraith.

Even Yang Ningbing was left speechless by the overwhelming power he had displayed.

Su Nan now radiated an aura of pure, unyielding yang energy.

The gentle waves of energy emanating from him made Yang Ningbing feel a deep, reassuring warmth.

As the wraith vanished completely, her body relaxed and her face paled.

Still, her eyes remained firm as she looked through the dispersing mist.

And then — through the gloom — emerged a thin figure.

The ghost king stood just a few meters away, eyes glowing red, lips curled in a sinister grin.

“Not bad, not bad…”

“To kill my servant so easily — you do have some skill.”

“How about it, boy? Become one of my generals. I’ll make you a ruler of the world!”

The ghost king’s voice was cold and eerie, like whispers from the dead brushing against one’s ears, carrying a strong enchantment.

But such tricks were useless against Su Nan now.

He turned to Yang Ningbing and asked calmly:

“Teacher, is this ghost king an idiot?”

Yang Ningbing, who had been on full alert a moment ago, was taken aback by the question.

After a brief pause, she looked at Su Nan and replied:

“That ghost king came through the rift at the Bronze Gate.”

“Oh.”

Su Nan nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the ghost king.

“Ghost king!”

“Do you crown morons where you come from?”

“You’re courting death!”

The ghost king’s smile instantly vanished.

His eyes burst with chilling red light as he vanished on the spot.

A gust of icy wind rushed at Su Nan, but without hesitation, Su Nan punched forward.

“Dragon Shadow!”

A savage golden dragon burst from his fist, clashing head-on with the ghost king’s strike.

Gold light and deathly black mist exploded upon impact.

Amid the blast, Su Nan reached out and grabbed Yang Ningbing’s wrist, pulling her away. They retreated over ten meters before stopping.

“Teacher, please take the others and evacuate. Leave this to me.”

Su Nan spoke quietly but firmly.

“But…”

Seeing her hesitate, Su Nan added:

“I don’t need help now. But there are others who still need your guidance.”

“…Alright.”

In the face of danger, Yang Ningbing didn’t argue.

She turned and left immediately.

The moment she was gone, the ghost king’s figure reappeared within the mist, launching a punch straight at Su Nan.

“Boy, you’ve signed your death warrant!”

His icy voice boomed as a wall of dark mist surged toward Su Nan.

But Su Nan remained steady.

He stepped forward and threw a punch.

“Dragon Shadow Fist!”