Zhao Han’s eyes narrowed. There were legends surrounding the Ghost King wherever he went. The Ghost King was clearly a being that was second to none, the number one ghost. Many of the rumors were a bit ridiculous, claiming things not even Zhao Han himself was capable of; he figured that most of these rumors were exaggerated, but there was a small chance that they were true. As such, he still felt some misgivings toward the Ghost King.

But he was someone who had always looked down on others, so how could he just give in here? He replied, “Hmph, just a trifling Ghost King. What does this emperor need to fear? Don’t vainly try to threaten me.”

He naturally didn’t intend to keep exchanging words with Zu An; instead, he shifted his gaze to Jing Teng and said, “Since you have something to do with Immortal Ruler Baopu, just come here.”

He immediately reached out toward her as he spoke. A giant golden hand formed in midair and tried to grab her. It seemed to be free from the restrictions of time and space and instantly arrived in front of Jing Teng.

When she sensed the terrifying pressure, Qiu Honglei instinctively released the light element’s absolute defense, the Wall of Sighs. Unfortunately, in front of Zhao Han, this skill that was known for its durability...