The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, at such a realm of prowess, never believed in luck. But now, he was certain that his luck was bad, otherwise why would he be so unfortunate?
Ever since the moment he met Pei Xuanjing, a series of unfortunate events had befallen him in the Yin Department. Not only had he lost many men, but his plots had also continuously failed, and now even his own life was in danger.
"Ghost Emperor of the Fengdu, I have long heard of your name." Pei Xuanjing's cold voice echoed in every direction, locking onto the Ghost Emperor's aura, leaving him with no chance of escape.
"Pei Xuanjing," the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu sneered, his voice filled with anger, "If it weren't for that fool, do you think you would have the chance to speak to me like this?"
