Black Sun stepped into the palace halls. His cultivation was clearly the highest among the four Void Step Ghost Cultivators. Though he could not compare to such great figures as Beimang Ghost Ancestor and the Yin-Yang Dharma King, he still stood above the other three Void Step Ghost Cultivators.
Now that three Void Step Ghost Cultivators had entered the fold, the Heavenly Palace became ever more towering and majestic. Beneath Su Che, five more palaces were distributed in formation, their grandeur overwhelming. At this moment, the Eight-Armed Ghost King could only stretch out his neck and await execution.
This Black Sun had actually surrendered just like that.
The Eight-Armed Ghost King was half regretful, half resentful.
What he regretted was the fate of Ghost Cultivators. No matter how high their cultivation rose, they might still be captured and suppressed, reduced to slaves.
What he resented was that Black Sun, the strongest among them, had actually turned himself into a soft persimmon, lying down and letting others arrange him as they pleased.
Yet he had truly guessed Black Sun's thoughts wrong.
This Black Sun Ghost King was the most powerful ghost within Little Green Mountain. He could even be called the ancestor of Little Green Mountain's lineage of Ghost Cultivators. He had long since fought through countless battles and seen every storm the world could offer.
He had long perceived that Zuo Lengchan's true cultivation was merely at the Reverted Elixir level. The reason he possessed such towering majesty was most likely because he relied upon some treasure capable of refining ghosts.
Using that treasure, he had forcibly driven his own power up to the level of the longevity realm.
If they fought head-on, then although he was an old Void Step cultivator, he was ultimately lacking in strength. He feared