The blue-faced, fang-toothed Red-Haired Fiend bared his teeth in a genial smile.
That smile brought Ghost Demon Venerable no warmth at all. Instead, bone-piercing cold surged up from the depths of his heart, flowing through his limbs and bones, needling the nerves in his hands and feet.
Like needles piercing him, it made him unwilling to touch it lightly.
Ghost Demon Venerable, clad in a blue-gray dharma robe, let a terrifying light bloom from his eyes.
Like two beams of light.
Only after seeing the cultivation of the Soul Banner's Main Soul clearly did the unease in his heart vanish.
The Main Soul was indeed not weak, yet it still was not enough to catch his eye.
If it wanted to devour its master, it ought to first look at its master's cultivation.
As a genius of the Hall of Myriad Demons, Ghost Demon naturally had confidence in his own strength. He did not believe a mere Main Soul could stir up any waves.
Of course, if it refused to act against enemies, it would instead become his burden.
Therefore, he had to seize the initiative and suppress everyone present.
"Hehe!"
An owl-like laugh flew from the venerable's mouth.
"Haha."
Ghost Demon Venerable shook the Soul Banner, and the inch-long soul banner instantly expanded to ten feet.
The black iron banner unfurled. Its azure background resembled the blue heavens, painted with savage soldiers and ghost generals treading upon clouds. It seemed that with but a blink, divine troops would leap from that illusory sky and swallow people alive, skinning them alive.
He glanced sideways at the bluish-white ghost hand on his shoulder and said calmly, "The Soul Banner is now in my hands. I think you know what choice you should make."
He understood in his heart.
The red-haired Main