The souls of the dead summoned into this world could remain only briefly, so these top Ghost Tamers from the Republican Era wanted to use their last lucid moments to see the person rumored to be capable of ending the supernatural era.
And undoubtedly, the fastest way to understand someone was to test them through action.
They only needed one supernatural confrontation to understand the weight of the man before them.
So Luo Wensong had not been wrong.
Several of them watched the figure in the sky, shrouded in golden light, without saying a word. Yet cold, dangerous auras emanated from their bodies.
"Are we really going to fight?"
He Yin'er's expression shifted slightly. This situation was already beyond her control unless she ended the soul summoning and forcibly calmed the conflict.
But there seemed to be no need for that.
The older generation had not come to kill Yang Jian. They merely wanted to see his strength.
With that in mind, He Yin'er retreated again, doing her best to avoid getting caught up in it.
"Time is limited. I'll go first." Luo Wensong slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.
As he appeared, the surrounding light dimmed, making it feel as though they had been plunged into a Ghost Post Office whose lights were about to go out.
The ghost fire around them blazed fiercely, trying to swallow Luo Wensong and even drag him into the hell that imprisoned countless vicious ghosts. Yet the burning ghost fire was forcibly blocked by his Ghost Domain.
Even so,
That hellish expanse, like a raging inferno, still radiated astonishing heat.
That heat could roast a Ghost Tamer alive. Even a Ghost Tamer of Luo Wensong's caliber did not find it easy to endure.
"This supernatural fire may not seem terrifying, but fueled