Everything Qin Luo said made sense.
Yet the more they listened, the more something felt wrong.
They were Ghost Race, while Qin Luo was Human Race—and they were Imperial Lord Rank powerhouses, the pinnacle experts of the Ghost Race.
He wanted them to acknowledge him as their master?
What a joke!
One of the Ghost Emperors spoke coldly, "You want a Ghost Race Imperial Lord Rank expert like me to acknowledge a mere Human Race member as my master?"
"You must be dreaming! The Ghost Race is such a noble race—how could we possibly acknowledge a lowly Human Race member like you as our master?"
"Do you think all Ghost Race members have no bottom line like Xuan Mo, Ling Mei, and Xi Huang?"
"Pah..."
Qin Luo impatiently cut him off. "Fine. If you don't want to talk, then don't talk."
"Send him on his way."
"Give this gentleman a live broadcast."
"Livestreaming the killing of a ghost!"
At Qin Luo's command, the auras of every Imperial Lord Rank expert aboard the Netherferry Ship descended upon that Ghost Emperor.
Boom! The pressure was like a monstrous tidal wave, and the Ghost Emperor felt like a lone skiff within those towering waves, liable to be torn apart at any moment.
"Ji Li, help me!" the Ghost Emperor roared at another Ghost Emperor.
Ji Li had been preparing to act, but at that moment, Xuan Mo's voice rang through his mind.
"Don't act rashly."
Ji Li hesitated only slightly at those words, and then...
Bang! His companion was suppressed onto the Netherferry Ship.
"Ji Li!" The Ghost Emperor stared at Ji Li in disbelief. He had never expected Ji Li to stand by with folded arms and watch him be suppressed.
"Do you also want to betray the Ghost Race?"
Ji Li