Before Zhao Po could recover from his astonishment, the four of them sensed a vast and sinister spirit energy rising from the depths of the pool.0

A drenched malevolent ghost whose feet were tangled with algae flew out, looking at Lu Yang with a tinge of wariness in his frosty gaze. “Good good good! To have mastered Sleeve Cosmos at such a young age! Truly a remarkable genius befitting the treasure-laden Great Xia Dynasty!” The Drowned Ghost’s face was deathly pale as it stared fixedly at Lu Yang, convinced he was the greatest threat.0

There was no fluctuation of magical treasures, which means it must have been a spatial spell. Since he absorbed the entire pool into his sleeve, it could only have been Sleeve Cosmos! To have mastered such a difficult spell at the Golden Core Stage—what kind of peerless genius is this?!0

Lu Yang’s eyes...0