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He he!
Just at that moment, three Ghost Kings descended from the sky, obviously quite pleased with themselves, each holding two Golden Cores in their hands.
Upon seeing these two Golden Cores, Yu Hua's eyelids twitched, knowing that the two fellow Masters had met their demise.
Fang Xi, upon witnessing this, simply smiled faintly and shook out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Although these Ghost Kings longed for the blood feast below, they ultimately couldn't resist their banner master and were enveloped by strands of Ghost Mist and absorbed into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Yu Hua suddenly came to a startling realization.
While his skills were impressive, they were nowhere near as profound as Master Kun's.
In front of this figure, was he not just as insignificant as a clay chicken or pottery dog?
With that thought, what was there to hesitate about giving up the Golden Core?
