"Yes, Lord Ghost King!"
"..."
...
Bang!!!
It was as if the sound of a hard rock shattering suddenly erupted; one of the Myriad Sons Ghost King's avatars was directly blown apart by Daoist Fan Wu's punch.
The fragments of the shattered avatar scattered like shrapnel from a landmine explosion, embedding deeply into tree trunks and the ground.
Daoist Fan Wu reached out and grabbed another avatar of the Myriad Sons Ghost King that was pouncing towards him. With a slight squeeze of his palm, he shattered the adversary's throat.
The head of this avatar, along with its body, fell to the ground; a pair of eyes on the head stared dead at Fan Wu.
The headless torso struggled to stand up, attempting to continue attacking Fan Wu.
But with a stomp of his foot, Fan Wu pinned it firmly to the ground, as if nailing a gigantic nail, making it impossible for the torso to crawl even the slightest bit!
