The handsome cultivator in scholarly robes, who seemed to radiate an aura of righteousness, said gently to Wu, "Fellow Daoist Wu, we seek only wealth, not lives. As long as you hand over all your magical treasures and storage bags to us, we will naturally let you leave!"
Zhao Yu smiled faintly, "So the three esteemed fellows have come to rob me! That's excellent; in that case, I can peacefully send the three of you on your way!"
A stream of black qi instantly flew out from Zhao Yu's shadow, revealing its form—it was the White Ghost Emperor.
The White Ghost Emperor split his mouth into a hideous smile, his pupils revealing the Illusory Ghost Eyes as massive waves of pitch-black Ghost Fog rose from its body and pounced towards the three Golden Core cultivators.
"A Fourth-Order Superior Evil Ghost!!"
