Wu Anjun...Champion Marquis...Zhu Guogong...

The thunderous names came into his mind one by one. The cruel and ferocious ghost king's aura became more and more restrained, but his mind was in chaos.

A rejuvenating monster?

No, this fresh and sweet smell is indeed unique to teenagers...

Regarding his favorite blood food, He was still sure that he would not admit his mistake.

But this makes even less sense...

Who can collect all these banned accounts in their teens?

Any one of them is enough for the [God General] to struggle for a lifetime, let alone one person holding three positions!

Is Emperor Damin crazy?

Such an important priesthood is given to a teenager?!

I have only been sleeping for a few years, not hundreds of years. Why can't I suddenly understand the world?

Huhu~

The ghost energy all over the sky spiraled away, and the mountain-like evil spirit slowly shrank, turning into a strange figure over two meters tall, wearing a gorgeous black robe, standing opposite Zhao Yinshun across a long distance.

"We [Wu Ming Ghost Kingdom] have always had no disputes with the world. I wonder why Lord Zhu is so aggressive, invading my homeland and killing my descendants?"

"Aloof from the world? In the past, tens of thousands of people disappeared every year in Linbo County, and at least several thousand of them were plundered by you for blood. Even innocent people in Yanhai, Weishan, Weili and other counties were murdered by you...

…”

With a sneer, Zhao Yinshun's vast and ruthless purple-gold vertical pupils released a piercing cold light, and he stared into the ghost king's eyes.

"When I came to [Liu Yin Kingdom], not only did you not restrain yourself, but you intensified your behavior. You clearly didn't take me seriously!"

As if in response to the young man's anger, the dark golden black dragon that covered the sky let out a brutal roar from the depths of its throat. The invisible pressure turned into a substantial divine impact, making the Ghost King's robes dance wildly.

"Mr. Zhu Guo, please calm down. It is instinct for our Netherworld ghost tribe to devour blood food. From now on, I will send treasures every year as a reward for blood food."

Hearing the Ghost King's tone as if he was talking about buying some sheep to eat, Zhao Yinshun looked vaguely at the sky and sighed softly.

"I didn't have time to care about you monsters and ghosts before, but now it seems that I am still too kind to tolerate you living until now..."

Hearing the young man's emotionless murmur, the Ghost King's pure black eyes narrowed slightly and he whispered with a hint of threat.

"The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the palace. Duke Zhu Guo has already become a very popular minister at a young age. He will definitely have a bright future in the future. Why bother to fight with us for the sake of a mere bastard?"

"Haha, the concepts of insects are indeed very similar, but I still prefer the principle taught to me by Mr. Taixi, the law of the jungle and the law of natural selection..."

"The weak eat the strong, and natural selection? It is really the law of nature... We, the gods, should be the weak and the strong, and be brave and diligent!"

"Hahaha, it turns out that heroes think alike!"

"Gong Zhu Guo was so complimentary."

Unsure of the enemy's attitude, the Ghost King humbly smiled in apology. Unexpectedly, the maniacal laughter on the other side stopped abruptly, and he stared at him with cruel and merciless eyes.

"Then are you ready to be completely destroyed?"

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and the Ghost King looked back at the young man faintly and asked in confusion.

"Why did Lord Zhu Guo say this?"

As if he heard an obviously strange question, the young man tilted his head, frowned in confusion, and then raised his index finger to point at the Ghost King.

"Weak flesh."

Putting away his index finger, the boy pointed at himself with his thumb.

"Force food."

"you!!!"

The Ghost King reacted and became furious, but before he could take action, the snow-white figure turned into a streak of light and flashed across the sky, as if teleporting across a long distance, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

So fast!

Before he could release his mythical form, the Ghost King instinctively raised his hand to resist, but the young man's palm was like an indestructible holy sword, instantly piercing the body's divine nature, and cutting off his arm like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Roar!"

In the shrill roar that did not sound like a human voice, the ghost king turned into a black light and fled for several miles, leaving only the strange young man in white standing in the void, laughing and murmuring.
Chapter completed!