Hearing such terrifying thunder outside, Zhao Liwen, who had been cultivating in a secret chamber, couldn't help but tremble.
He hurried to his feet and went to the cave entrance, then looked up.
Beneath the boundless night sky, an enormous multicolored thundercloud hung suspended in the air.
Five-colored lightning coursed endlessly through the cloud, roaring like countless giant dragons.
Beneath the radiance of the thundercloud, all living things seemed to shrink into insignificance, as tiny as ants.
"From the looks of it, Yan Jin couldn't escape that mighty expert's grasp either."
"He must have been captured by the expert, then brought the expert here to wipe us out!"
The lightning illuminated Zhao Liwen's face, revealing the terror written across it.
"Zhao Hongyao, you really are one lucky bastard!"
Zhao Liwen then let out a bitter cry in his heart.
Looking into the distance, he saw that more than half the buildings of the Ghost-Controlling Sect had already been destroyed.
It surely wouldn't be long before the entire sect was razed to the ground.
And the hundred thousand ghost cultivators inside the sect...
Did they have any hope of surviving before that mighty expert?
"Zhao Hongyao, the Ghost-Controlling Sect is gone, but I'm still here. One day, I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried!"
Zhao Liwen turned into a shadowy blur, ready to use the chaos to escape.
Thud!
Suddenly, a tremendous force struck his chest, nearly shattering his internal organs.
A handsome man dressed in white stood before him.
Beside the man in white, Yan Jin stood bent over in a fawning bow.
"Sect Master, the person Zhao Hongyao called in is the Emperor Consort!" Yan Jin sighed helplessly.
"The Emperor Consort?" Zhao Liwen's gaze trembled as he sized up Lin Xuan. So this was the