Sweat Beads on His Back

As Profound Ghost Celestial Lord's voice fell, everyone who had entered this world turned deathly pale.

The four people Profound Ghost Celestial Lord had severely injured—Xiang Chongwu, Huo Zirui, Gongsun Zhan, and Tong Li—could do nothing but glare furiously at the unbearably arrogant Profound Ghost Celestial Lord.

"Your Excellency certainly seems to be enjoying yourself. However, if nothing unexpected happens, your scheme is bound to fail."

Just then, a soft laugh rang out.

Though the voice was not loud, it echoed in the hearts of everyone in this world.

Tong Li, who was seriously injured, was the first to look toward where the voice had come from. His expression was complicated as he said, "So it's Li Zhōujūn. Is he finally preparing to make a move?"

At that moment, Tong Li hoped that Li Zhōujūn would act and defeat Profound Ghost Celestial Lord, so that he could stay alive.

On the other hand, he also hoped that Li Zhōujūn would not be a match for Profound Ghost Celestial Lord. After all, if Li Zhōujūn defeated Profound Ghost Celestial Lord, wouldn't that mean that the four of them, who claimed to stand at the pinnacle of Dao Lords, had ultimately become nothing more than a laughingstock?

"So he's Li Zhōujūn?" Huo Zirui sized Li Zhōujūn up. "He certainly has an extraordinary bearing."

"What use is it for him to come out now?" Xiang Chongwu snorted. "The four of us together couldn't defeat this old bastard Profound Ghost. He, Li Zhōujūn, is all alone. Could he possibly turn the tables on the old bastard?"

"That remains to be seen," Gongsun Zhan said.

Elsewhere.

Xiao Lan, who had been in despair, brightened when she heard Li Zhōujūn's voice. "It's Li Zhōujūn! Is he going to make a move?!"

The burly Xiao Tiantian beside