“Quiet is damaged,” Lu Yun murmured when he opened his eyes. “I need its strength and it needs my cultivation level to make itself whole again.”

Di Ling didn’t understand and Lu Yun didn’t explain himself. With an easy backhand, he sliced the Meteorite King into two.

The king was promptly reborn in the black flames of the Hadal Hell. When the pillar of flame died down, the king fell on one knee in front of Lu Yun.

“This servant greets the master.” The air of intimidation had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a deep fear and veneration.

“That sword really can cut down ghosts!” goggled the little fox.

Since the Meteorite King was a ghost king, that made him a dead entity or a ghostly being. Lu Yun’s current grasp of reincarnation was insufficient...