Facing Monk Yizhen, the Ghost King, Huang Xiaolong unleashed the Soul Banner. The banner fluttered in the nether wind, whistling sharply as the faces of myriad ferocious spirits appeared on it, soul-reaping and life-stealing, especially that Qing Dynasty female ghost who, upon seeing her enemy, turned even more bloodthirsty!
"Hahaha... Amitabha Buddha, so it turns out, you've captured this lowlife..." Monk Yizhen cracked a smile, exuding endless eeriness. "Right, back then, it was this monk who favored this lowlife... However, since this lowlife is dead, why didn't she reincarnate? Instead, she became a vengeful ghost harming others... Amitabha Buddha, merit, merit, this monk ferries the living and also the dead... Today, let this monk convert all of you damned beings, and let it be a gift for the Ghost Immortal's audience!"
