The Green King had only a dozen or so followers left, and this looked like his last stand. Even so, bringing down a Minor Deity would not be easy.
So when Fang Xin saw Tang Changsheng arrive, his heart leaped.
Tang Changsheng took in the situation. "Big brother, stand back. Watch me deal with him using a Treasured Artifact from my sect!"
Fang Xin's heart stirred. He valued Tang Changsheng not only for the benefits Tang had brought him, but because Tang did not seem like a disciple of some minor sect of Rogue Cultivators.
In bearing, mastery of his arts, and lavish spending alike, he stood head and shoulders above the rest. He did not seem to come from a small sect.
But Tang Changsheng's origins were mysterious, and he never spoke of his background. Fang Xin could hardly press him.
Forget Fuyang Mountain—even the whole of Wu Hou State was no more than a remote corner of the world. No great immortal sect had ever settled here.
Which great sect had sent Tang Changsheng out to temper himself through cultivation? Who could say?
Now that Tang Changsheng was about to get serious, Fang Xin withdrew with his troops.
Tang Changsheng said no more. Seated on his fine horse, he held a seal in his palm. Without another word, he hurled it at the Green King and his followers.
The Golden Tiger Soul-Chasing Seal turned into a streak of golden light and bore down like a mountain. The Green King and his remaining Ghost Soldiers fought desperately to resist it.
But that Gold Mountain seemed to carry the weight of a real one. As it descended, the Vicious Ghost-level Ghost Soldiers gave way one after another, shattering beneath the Golden Light.
Only one Ferocious Ghost and the Green King