Ah, this!!
...
"..." The Myriad Sons Ghost King's eyelids twitched. Although the guandao compared to its massive palm seemed as inconsequential as a silver needle to a hand.
But even a silver needle, if it stabs into a person's hand, would cause pain, right?
At any rate, the Myriad Sons Ghost King felt a sense of pain, although it was not particularly intense.
But this filled its heart with astonishment.
This person...
Who on earth is he?
Although Fan Wu's figure was obscured by its palm, making it impossible for it to see Fan Wu, the Ghost King could feel that Fan Wu was right there beneath its palm and very much alive.
The Myriad Sons Ghost King questioned, "Who sent you here? And... who are you? Have all those Ghost Generals I sent been dealt with by you?"
As it asked three consecutive questions, it thought Fan Wu wouldn't answer, but Fan Wu did.
