“After more than a decade spent as a spy in the Daoist temple… I have the chance to end all these young talents. All for the glorious holy cult!” Standing at the foot of the ghost mountain, Qingxu looked at the mountain shrouded by various kinds of evil qi. 0

With an eerie smile, he strode toward the top of the ghost mountain.0

On the ghost mountain, gusts of gloomy wind blew. White bones were all over the place, together with the traces of various weapons’ attacks.0

The traces were still radiating bursts of fierce and dangerous aura, which could even be a cause for alarm for four or five-revolution Golden Core realm experts.0

The Hidden Dragon Island’s people had fought the invaders with all their strength, making the stars collapse and the...0