He wore a necklace with more than ten layers on his neck, seven or eight bracelets on his wrist, and more than ten rings on his fingers. It made people wonder if this weight would affect his agility.
Not only that, there was a drop of golden holy blood floating in the center of the young man's left palm, as if he intended to swallow it immediately if anything went wrong.
He held a small copper mirror in his right hand. It was surrounded by clouds and mist. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the sudden appearance of dozens of ghost beasts was caused by the power of the small copper mirror.
"This damned... is too extravagant! How afraid of death are you!"
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned on the spot.
He took an entire two seconds to move his gaze away from the young man's gold and jade-encrusted, extremely luxurious appearance to his face.
It was a very familiar face!
Situ Yongren!
Xu Xiaoshou's heart sank.
