The leader was a man in green with a long, narrow face and a high-rimmed crown on his head. 

His skin was deathly pale, his eyes were sunken, and he carried a black paper lantern. His presence was cold and unsettling, as if he’d crawled straight out of hell. 

A group of blank-eyed living corpses, wooden-faced men and women, followed him. All of them emanated dense black baleful energy.

Daoist Corpse Controller, Zhong Yao!

He was one of the Deathbringer’s Gate’s nine elders, and he’d mastered the art of corpse puppetry. He was a peak fourth-level Grandmaster. 

“Old man, don’t tell me you’re the only one here?” Mu Xi’s eyes flashed like lightning as he spoke loud and clear. 

“I alone am I enough to deal with the likes of you.” Zhong Yao smiled faintly, his voice high-pitched and grating. “Of course, if you leave this instant, I naturally won’t kill you.”

Mu Xi smiled. “I’d actually like to see why a half-human, half-ghost bastard like you dares to be so boastful! How capable can you even be?”

His voice boomed like thunder, reverberating throughout heaven and earth.

His clothes were white as snow, and he held a golden spear. As he called upon his cultivation, a mighty force spread throughout the surrounding area,...