To avoid spoiling the boss's fun, he pretended not to recognize him and gave him a beating

When they heard that Jiang Chen had once blocked a King's strike, the Great Grandmasters were shocked.

But after hearing the second half of Zhang Mu's statement.

They felt their ears ringing from the impact.

Spared... a King?!

"Old Zhang, you really know how to joke." A newly arrived Deputy Director named Sun De spoke up.

"Exactly, exactly..." Lü Ming's smile was somewhat strained, however. After their brief contact, he actually found himself believing that claim a little.

"This man has too many secrets. Anything unexpected is possible with him." Luo Ji, who knew Jiang Chen best among them, spoke seriously.

"We'd better hurry over before something really goes wrong!"

"Surely Lord King of the Metropolis wouldn't be that petty?" Sun De reassured them. "We're all on the same side. At most, he'll give him a little reprimand."

Zou Lianshan pondered for a moment, then nodded. "We'd better go take a look."

And so, the Great Grandmasters soared into the sky.

Seeing this, everyone else hurriedly called out, quickly killed the ghosts they were fighting, and followed. After all, the Long River was churning with waves, and wave after wave of chilling energy was sweeping over from that direction. It was terrifying.

Staying beside the Great Grandmasters was clearly a little safer.

Elsewhere.

Jiang Chen was directing Ghost Maitreya, the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect, and the Ghost Wall Fierce Soul to pin down a river's River God, stabbing him with the God-Suppressing Nail until his body and face were covered in blood.

Suddenly, a powerful tremor of alarm rose in his heart.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

Without another word, he lunged forward.

The next instant, the Ghost Wall Fierce Soul's head shattered without warning, and a black-robed figure appeared where Jiang Chen