"Donghuang, how dare you treat me like this!?"
His unhappy and desperate hoarse roar echoed in the sky over Ghost City. However, as a silver light that split his ghost body in two burst forth, it too split in two, slowly falling to both sides. Its soul was dispersed, never to sound again.
A Jiao Ghost?
Feng Qing'an recognized this ghost king slain by a single sword. If he remembered correctly, this was one of the ghost kings who had come to greet him when Donghuang brought him to Heishan. He had been impressed by the assortment of ghost kings serving under her, but not too long passed before one of these kings stood against Donghuang and turned into her enemy.
Judging from the final dying howl of the Jiao Ghost, it seemed like there were untold stories behind this. However, regardless of how many stories there might have been, they all ended at this moment, turning into nothing more than dust.
"Donghuang, you really are ruthless!"
