The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 553

When they reached the corner, both black and white figures had vanished. However, Felix's lips curled into a slight smile as he muttered, "Well, I'm not going to be the one regretting this." Still carrying Zara, Felix raised his right hand slightly and then brought it down decisively. A thunderous crash echoed through the village, and a deep crater appeared about 300 feet away.

Felix walked to the edge of the crater, gently set Zara down, and turned on his phone's flashlight.

Zara gasped and covered her mouth in horror. Inside the crater lay two men, bloodied and severely injured.

"I knew there were no ghosts-just people playing tricks," Felix said as he crouched down. He continued, "Tell me. What makes two Martial Emperors play ghosts in some abandoned village? And how did you create those ghostly voices?"

The two men paled with fear and stared at Felix as if he were a monster. The fact that a single strike from him had left them in this state spoke volumes about his strength.

When neither of them answered, Felix shrugged and straightened up. "Not saying anything? Fine. Since you love pretending to be ghosts, I'll help you become real ones." He raised his hand again, ready to strike.

screamed, "Please don't!

ordered to haunt this village and scare away any strangers. The voices came from special equipment we installed throughout the village-even powerful martial artists can't trace their source." "So, have you been

We don't know much about the village's past, but this was all on orders from Polaris." Felix's expression darkened

up, her tone serious, "Polaris is a massive martial arts sect in Dragonia, ranked fifth overall. They

understood the so-called "ghosts" were just

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lay in bed. "He has a strange condition that only shows symptoms

a moment, his brows furrowed. The condition was indeed unusual-something he had never encountered before. Still, he had no intention of meddling since the patient was under Silas' care. Even though the man was bedridden, the smile on his face suggested