An Immortal Emperor, Nothing I Haven't Killed Before

Hua Qiang reached out and drew a circle in the air, then snapped his fingers. A pitch-black vortex appeared.

A powerful suction force emanated from the vortex, drawing in the black mist in the air and the fragmented energies of all kinds of vicious ghosts.

Even the black banner fragments were sucked inside, leaving not even dregs behind.

The world that had been gloomy and dark because of Hun Wupo's black banner instantly became clear and bright.

"Y-You... who exactly are you?"

This black banner of his was an Emperor Weapon, his Lifebound Weapon, personally refined for him by his Old Man, Hun Yingkong, the master of Ghost Hall.

And now, this Lifebound Weapon of his had actually been destroyed by someone else with a single sword strike.

And that sword had even been broken—a damaged sword. What rank had that sword reached?

It had absolutely surpassed an Emperor Weapon!

"Who am I?"

"Hehehehe."

Hua Qiang could not help laughing. Who he was was no longer important. What Hun Wupo should be considering now was how much longer he could live.

"What? You want to kill me?"

"Kid, I'm warning you, do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, my father won't let you off!"

Damn, why were the lines these people said basically all the same? Did they come from the same person's script?

"I don't want to know who your father is. Today, you must die," Hua Qiang said flatly.

"Why? We have neither grievance nor enmity between us. Why do you want to kill me?"

"Tch, neither grievance nor enmity? You were awfully arrogant just now, sending your subordinates to kill me."

"Uh, this... there may have been some misunderstanding between us.

"Brother, I have money. As long as you show mercy and spare