Although Li Xuanxiao had let loose,
he still did not dare to be too reckless.
Even if the ghosts he released were slain by the other cultivators, as long as each one took two or three of them down before dying, it would not be a loss.
Just a little more—only a little more.
Li Xuanxiao could feel it.
Yet this tiny gap was something he simply could not cross.
It made Li Xuanxiao somewhat anxious.
However, he already had targets in mind.
Chen Liu or Master Bai.
Li Xuanxiao's target was the two of them.
But killing them would be far more difficult than killing the Mountain King.
Devour one of them and use them to sacrifice to the banner.
With either of their cultivation, he would most likely succeed.
With that in mind, Li Xuanxiao walked over to the window.
He knew that more than one pair of eyes was watching him at this moment.
He had already asked the innkeeper. According to the arena's rules,
if he kept fighting and kept winning like this,
Chen Liu and Master Bai would inevitably make their move.
At that thought, Li Xuanxiao vanished from the window.
Master Bai's forces occupied the skeletal power within the Ghost Domain, standing in a divided dominion with Chen Liu:
an inverted city built with the ribs of gigantic ferocious beasts as its beams and pillars.
It could be considered a city within a city.
He was shrewd and calculating, never taking the initiative to act.
More than once, he had incited the people to question the Ghost King's authority.
Only after several warnings from the Ghost King, coupled with Chen Liu keeping him in check, had he restrained himself.
Now that the Ghost King had not shown himself for nearly a century, he