Seeing that Yumo Yuan Ni refused to kneel, she suddenly burst into laughter and said in a sweet voice, "Fine, fine, I've seen enough. This is the strongest ghostly god in the Order Starry Sky—the shame of every ghostly god in the entire starry sky has been thoroughly thrown away by you, Yumo Yuan Ni."
Her mockery was deadlier than any weapon.
Even Yumo Yuan Ni's six-pupiled mask was dripping blood.
The Myriad Path Skyreach Battlefield remained silent as a grave. Although Sui Shen Yao was somewhat ruthless, everyone knew that if Yumo Yuan Ni had won today, he would have forced Sui Shen Zhao in just the same way, utterly crushing his opponent's spirit.
Kneeling and kowtowing would not hurt the body, but it would wound the soul and one's convictions!
In that deathly still moment—
Suddenly!
A dark-yellow figure appeared beside Yumo Yuan Ni.
He was somewhat taller than Yumo Yuan Ni, but thinner, like a bamboo pole. His dark-yellow robe hung empty around him, showing that there was almost no flesh on his body. He was practically skin and bones.
He wore a yellow evil-ghost mask as well. Yet unlike Yumo Yuan Ni's ferocity, this mask looked deeply mournful, carrying an intensely sickly air. He looked like a consumptive ghost afflicted by grave illness; even his footsteps were light and floating, as though a single gust of wind could blow him to his death.
Master Taihe was in much the same state, but compared to this yellow-robed youth, he fell far short.
Buzz!
His appearance drew soft gasps from the crowd.
"It's him!"
Everyone's eyes suddenly widened.
Then, before their very eyes, the sickly, consumptive youth pressed down on the back of Yumo Yuan Ni's head. With a bang, he forced him to the ground.
"I won't