The mighty-looking man was named Yu Zhensong.
He came from the Eternal God Race Yu Clan of God Willow Mountain and was an existence in the Silent Nothingness Realm.
As he rose to his feet, an oppressive aura spread outward.
Su Yi had long expected something to happen at this wedding banquet, yet he had not expected the upheaval to begin the moment its hosts arrived.
The atmosphere fell silent.
The ghost spirits seated on the left side of the hall all looked at Yu Zhensong with unfriendly eyes.
"Every time my lord held a wedding banquet, he indeed bestowed some blessings. Yet as guests, it would have been one thing if you did not know gratitude, but now you are scrambling to demand more. Isn't that going too far?"
The old woman with thick rouge smeared across her cheeks rose to her feet.
"What are you? You have no right to speak here!"
With a cold snort, Yu Zhensong raised his hand and sent a palm seal crashing down. It blasted the old woman's body flying backward, slamming her viciously into the wall of the hall. Cracks appeared all over her body.
In an instant, all the ghost spirits were enraged and rose to their feet.
Yet Yu Zhensong did not care. He sneered, "If you want to die, it couldn't be easier. Come at me together!"
The Gold Spirit Old Demon, dressed in white like snow and blessed with a handsome face, smiled. "Sit down, all of you. Today is my day of great joy. Fighting and killing would be most improper."
He turned to Yu Zhensong and said with a smile, "Brother, there is no need to be anxious. I have already prepared the treasures."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger.
Boom!
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