Wang Teng?!
Ye Fan shuddered. So-called ghosts were nothing but elusive legends, and Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals were creations of the Underworld. What was going on with this man before him, who looked so much like Wang Teng?
Had a member of the Wang Family come seeking revenge, or did reincarnation and rebirth truly exist, with resentment lingering after death?
He had not even reached his twilight years. Why had the ominous fate of the Sacred Body appeared ahead of time?
"Before Wang Teng died, you left an exceptionally deep impression on him." Frost filled the eyes of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Son as he said softly, "He could never forget you."
"You are mistaken, Fellow Daoist Wang. Fellow Daoist Wang Teng slipped into the water and drowned. I was distressed for a long time after hearing the news," Ye Fan said with utmost sincerity. Immortal light already surged from the Green Cauldron in his hands, displaying Extreme Dao imperial might, illuminating the void and cowing all living beings.
Ever since learning this trick from Holy Master Lin, Ye Fan had kept the Green Cauldron on him at all times, firmly remembering to bring an Emperor Weapon whenever he went out.
Whether you were a thousand-year-old corpse or a ten-thousand-year-old Yin Spirit, you were a joke before an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon. Like clay chickens and pottery dogs, you would be smashed to pieces in an instant, with nothing left behind.
"My weapon is no less sharp!"
The Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Son roared, and Extreme Dao imperial might erupted from him as well. Though his weapon was not an Immortal Artifact, the majesty it unleashed in its original master's hands was no weaker than the Green Cauldron's.
With a crash, the Chaotic Ancient Battle Axe bore down with world-destroying