"Audacious!"
The black robe within the gray mist surged violently, looking like a roaring fire splashed with oil.
He finally stopped playing the god and ghost, the red-glowing eye sockets fading of their luster as his hidden features in the darkness gradually became clear—it was a snake head.
Hanshan Ghost King, to think he was actually a giant humanoid python draped in a black robe.
"Regardless of which Underworld Emissary you are, how dare you meddle in my Hanshan's affairs?"
He had not made a move earlier simply because he wanted to probe this person's background first, to see whether the other party was a solitary, aloof Underworld Emissary or a confidant of some Impermanence General.
Yet even a clay figurine had three parts of fire.
Lin Shu's arrogant posture clearly stimulated the Ghost King.
Both being Netherworld Deputy Marshals, who was afraid of whom.
What was more, this was still his own territory!
Without giving a single explanation, the other party wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, simply not taking him, the Ghost King, seriously.
"Leave this king!"
Hanshan Ghost King surged up with a violent leap, but before he could catch up to the youth, he was forced back by fog arrows shooting abruptly from all directions.
Before leaving, the opponent had also left behind a backup plan, intending to delay the pace of his pursuit and buy time for that little girl of the Ning Family to escape.
Clearly, this Half-Life Immortal of unknown origin had no intention of fighting today, coming purely to save someone.
If this person had lowered their head and spoken in pleasant tones while offering some slight benefits, Hanshan Ghost King might not have been unwilling to negotiate, but this sort of arrogant posture had already ignited the raging fire