Gu Qingshan drove Earth Sword through Cang Wuzhang's chest; with his other hand, he gripped the Six Realms God Mountain Sword, holding Rain Master's Five-Sided Prickly Ghost King Spear at bay.
"Step back."
Gu Qingshan tilted his head, signaling Rain Master.
Rain Master didn't move. In a sharp voice, she said, "Yellow Springs Ghost King, if you dare lay a hand on him, the entire Evil Ghost World will never forgive you. You'll never be reborn!"
Gu Qingshan looked at her and gently pushed Earth Sword farther in.
Shhk—
Earth Sword pierced deeper through Cang Wuzhang's chest.
Cang Wuzhang clenched his teeth, not making a sound.
"Oh? You're pretty tough."
Gu Qingshan smiled and slowly twisted Earth Sword.
Blood gushed out.
An intense pain tore through Cang Wuzhang's chest.
In all his life, Cang Wuzhang had never suffered such agony.
He could no longer hold back and let out a piercing scream. "Damn it, Rain Master, retreat! Retreat!!!!"
Rain Master didn't dare test him again. She immediately withdrew her spear and backed away.
This was the Ghost Master's son, after all. If he was killed because she'd acted on a whim, even dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough to satisfy the Ghost Master's fury.
Gu Qingshan looked around.
An army of a million evil ghosts surrounded him in layer upon layer, every one of them staring intently at him.
Gu Qingshan knew full well that if he let his guard down for even an instant, he'd be doomed without a burial place.
"Tell me, Yellow Springs Ghost King. What do you want?" Cang Wuzhang asked through gritted teeth.
"What do I want?" Gu Qingshan echoed.
"Yes. Anything I have, I can give you. But you have to spare my life," Cang Wuzhang said.
As he said "spare my life,"