A sinister, terrifying ghostly hand suddenly erupted from the ground, as though reaching up from the depths of the underworld, its fingertips steeped in the aura of death.
Just as that ghostly hand was about to touch the Star Luo Empire Emperor...
The emperor shifted, lightly evading its lethal grasp like willow fluff drifting in the wind.
In an instant, he redirected his attack toward the ghostly hand.
An immense power burst from within him.
Like a brilliant star plunging from the heavens, it collided with the dark, ghostly hand.
Boom!!!
A thunderous crash shook the heavens, as though even space itself trembled at that moment.
Under the emperor's attack, the ghostly hand instantly collapsed, dissolving into countless wisps of black vapor that scattered into the air.
Meanwhile, the Star Luo Empire Emperor returned to his original position in a ghostlike flash, as though he had never left.
"Young master, are you all right?"
"I'm fine!"
Hearing the question, Chen Jue turned his head and answered.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless streams of ghostly energy rapidly gathered beside him.
In the blink of an eye, a figure emerged from that energy. It was Ghost Douluo, who possessed nine Soul Rings.
He stood quietly beside Chen Jue, like an insurmountable mountain.
The sight exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts, stirring up towering waves of shock.
"A Titled Douluo!"
Cries of astonishment rose one after another, surging like a relentless tide.
"He actually has a Titled Douluo backing him, too! Is he a direct heir of some great clan, or a candidate to lead a major sect in the future?"
"He's probably a candidate to lead a major sect. After all, that man just called him young master!"
"I'm so curious about who he is!"
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