"Then come. Let's see if you, thousands of cultivators and ghosts, can keep me here."
Song Shi laughed out loud. He originally did not want to fall out with the Heavenly Ghost Sect, but Lu Jiu had given him an interesting try, so he naturally had to acquiesce.
It would be a waste not to take ten times the compensation.
"Everyone, be gentle."
Lu Jiu waved his hand.
Although they said that, the cultivators and ghosts who had long disliked Song Shi did not hold back and unleashed their killer moves.
For a moment, the sky was filled with attacks. Song Shi was suppressed by the power of the array above his head, and ghost head chains wrapped around his feet.
"Everyone's so passionate."
Song Shi smiled awkwardly. Even Nascent Souls and Martial Emperors would be killed by such dense attacks.
It would be a miracle if he was not beaten to death.
Therefore, he died an immediate death.
