“Who’s the asshole that dares steal my shit?!” Qing Ting cursed loudly in her anger. One king grade ghost crystal was the equivalent of a premium crystal vein or a king grade flying sword! That was no small sum of wealth in the Hongmeng.

The figure was out of sight—Qing Ting didn’t even get a clear glimpse of who’d taken her ghost crystal.

The troop of ghosts scattered in all directions when their king died. Lu Yun paused and soundlessly called upon the Spectral Eye; a black sparkle flashed through his eyes.

“It’s a third step king,” he frowned slightly.

“A third step king? A third step king went to the effort of stealing from a half step king?” Qing Ting looked on with resignation. It was a walk in the park for a third step king to kill a ghost king, why would they bother with...