The whole group felt dejected. They hadn’t expected the Ghost King to get here so quickly, and they still hadn’t found the method to restrict him either.

Zhao Han quickly got up off the ground. Even though he had gone through all kinds of dangerous and thrilling events, his face was still a bit hot. After all, being seen with his bottom in the air, kneeling to a dead person, by so many people and ghosts was a bit too embarrassing.

A giant ghost face condensed in the sky once more. He stared at Immortal Ruler Baopu and couldn't help but say with a sigh, “Who would have thought that the immortal ruler of a generation could only lie here quietly after his death.”

Jing Teng frowned and asked, “Why didn’t you dare to utter those same words when the immortal ruler was still alive?”

The Ghost King sneered and said, “The dead are dead. You will die too.” Deathly white rays of light instantly emerged from his eyes. 

Normally, in such situations, wasn’t there supposed to be a bout with words first? Why had he suddenly attacked without any warning? Qiu Honglei and Jing Teng were standing side by...