The Last Primal

Aiden's heart skipped a beat. After pondering for a moment, he decided to check it out.

If he knew the source of the danger, he could prepare himself for it as well.

In a flash, he sped towards the origin of the sound.

Not long after, he caught sight of a strange warrior standing on the spot. His back was facing Aiden and although there was a clear life force coming from him, he did not move at all.

A few martial artists stood and watched from far away, not daring to close in with fear in their eyes.

Coughing gently, Aiden asked with a raised voice, "Hello?"

When the other warriors heard Aiden's voice, his body moved and he turned around slowly.

Aiden was petrified when he caught sight of that person's appearance.

The person's forehead was dark and his lips were purple. Against the moonlight, his pale face seemed extraordinarily frightening as he let out a sinister smile.

When he saw that smile, Aiden's hair stood on end.

"Hehehehehe!"

A creepy laughter sounded from the person as he grinned before lunging towards Aiden with open arms.

Aiden calmed down before long.

He might have been stunned if he had encountered something as such back when he had just stepped foot into the martial world.

But now, he was already a Martial Master, and even if he hadn't encountered something as such before, he could roughly guess what was going on!

Aiden did not dodge or avoid the attacking warriors. Reaching out, he slapped the person's forehead gently without exerting any force and shouted softly.

"How dare you harm someone, you fiend! Get out!"

"Ah!"

A shriek came from within the warrior's body.

A ghost flew out from the top of his head – it was difficult to see as it was illusory and transparent.

When it sensed Aiden's aura, the ghost was horrified and fled into the distance right away.

The unlucky warrior's body shuddered and his lips and face regained some color.

However, that person was frail and weak, falling down limply as he panted heavily.

"Thank you, Honorable Master!"

The man, this unlucky warrior panted while doing his best in expressing his thanks. After all, his life was just saved by this unknown man… This stranger 'risked' his life without any apparent reason.

"Take a while to recover and leave this place as soon as possible. If you linger here any longer, you might die!" Aiden remarked darkly.

"A-Alright."

The shaken warrior nodded hurriedly.

The thing that possessed the poor still heaving warrior was a little ghost that did not have much of its unholy powers. At the most, it could only attach itself to the bodies of mortals and low-level martial artists. This was the possession by ghosts that is widely known in the mortal world.

While little ghosts were troublesome, they did not dare to provoke three types of people.

The first type was martial artists with strong martial powers.

Most Martial Knight martial artists would already have no need to fear such little ghosts.

The second type was people with a strong, powerful blood energy.

Be it martial artists or mortals, as long as they were fit, strong, and had a robust blood energy, they could defend against most demons, fiends, and even most illnesses.

Now that Aiden was at the Martial Master realm and a Primal as well, his blood energy was akin to a blazing sun even without him channeling it. There was no way a little ghost would dare approach a burning furnace!

That was the reason why little ghosts all wanted to avoid Aiden along the way, let alone close in on him.

The third type was people who were filled with righteousness and just.

Those who were educated and possessed righteousness.

Righteous people could compose themselves in the face of temptations and threats.

The reason why some people would never fall ill with their mortal bodies despite being jailed and having to endure those terrible environments was because they possessed righteousness! The power of the just, the strength of Faith, the Holy!

Predecessors always mentioned that one must not be corrupted by wealth, bend their integrity due to poverty, or bow down against power.

In reality, that was the realm of righteousness!

Mortals often mention that one would not fear ghosts if they hadn't done anything guilty – this was also the same logic.

As long as one did not commit acts of guilt, their hearts wouldn't weaken out of fear; those that were righteous were always fearless!

Back in his earlier days in Ugburg, Aiden had even heard about some legends when he was studying.

For great scholars with immense wisdom and righteousness, in their twilight years, even with their weak mortal bodies, a single shout was enough for them to keep evil at bay – their shouts could shock the ghosts into dust!

Thousands of years ago, millions of lives were killed in this place overnight. As such, the aura of vengefulness was strong and there were many wandering ghosts left around with their grievances.

Given the large number of little ghosts, there were bound to be malicious ghosts born from them!

Little ghosts were troublesome but they would not harm one's life.

Malicious, ferocious, and evil ghosts were those that killed!

Even for Martial Knight martial artists and Martial Masters, a slight misstep could cause them their lives!

Aiden continued advancing and as the night got darker, he entered deeper into the ruins as well.

Not long after.

A tragic laughter sounded in all directions; it was unpredictable and caused one's hairs to stand on end!

Smirking coldly, Aiden did not stop and continued forward.

*Swoosh!*

An evil gust of wind welcomed him.

Aiden's black hair swayed gently and his expression was calm – there wasn't a single trace of panic in his eyes.

"If you continue forward, I'll take your life!"

The shrill voice of a woman could be heard from the evil wind.

Aiden was unmoved.

He had just walked a dozen meters ahead when a hazy phantom appeared behind him, dressed in blood-colored robes with long black hair touching the floor.

A menacing face could be seen faintly from between the black hair.

The malicious ghost reached out with both hands, lunging towards Aiden silently with its purplish-black fingernails.

Aiden seemed oblivious to it.

The moment the hands of the malicious ghost touched Aiden's body, its expression changed and it shrieked.

Aiden's golden draconic blood surged and shone with streaks bedazzling luster!

The power of thunder was the most righteous energy in the world and was the greatest counter to evil entities.

The malevolent ghost would not have expected that Aiden's bloodline would possess the power of thunder. Instantly, it was struck by the thunder and dissipated into ashes, disappearing.

Right from the beginning, Aiden's footsteps had not stopped at all.

Initially, there were other malevolent ghosts surrounding him. When they witnessed that, all of them scattered in unison.