After Hon Sam successfully possessed Ni Yongxiao and absorbed everything about him—his fate, soul, and vital essence—making it all his own, coupled with the sheer satisfaction of revenge, his thoughts became unimpeded, and the aura of his entire ghostly form swelled further and further.
He felt that his power had at least doubled!
He was about to shed the title of a mere vicious ghost and become a true Ghost King!
At a moment like this, being stopped by Xu Yue naturally brought a sneer to his face.
"I just think that since you've already gotten your revenge, Mr. Hon, that should be enough."
I think? Hon Sam sneered. "What good is what you think? It's what I think that matters!"
Hon Sam's hair and beard flared outward as surging magic power flooded the food stall. Everyone inside, including He Jinyin and Tang Niu, suddenly found themselves unable to move.
That terrifying fluctuation of magic power filled Tang Niu and He Jinyin, two novice magicians, with an irresistible despair. Their faces were full of horror.
They could feel it from so far away. What kind of pressure, then, was Xu Yue facing head-on?
"In Thailand, at least the people you possessed and killed were death-row inmates."
Xu Yue spoke lightly.
"And now, you could say you're taking revenge. He did indeed deserve to die."
Only after hearing Xu Yue's words did Hon Sam vaguely sense that something was wrong.
What was going on?
How did he know about Thailand?
"Don't doubt it. I was the one who arranged for Ferrari to go there."
Xu Yue gave a soft laugh in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Hon Sam flew into a rage.
But in the next moment, he discovered that a tremendous suction force had suddenly erupted