Zhang Dong?
Hearing Zhang Bohua's words, Yang Jian looked at him with his pair of red-glowing eyes, then calmly swept his gaze over the others before slowly speaking. "Don't place too much hope on Zhang Dong. Forget whether He Yin'er can summon his soul— even if she can, even if your Republican Era team is gathered together, you still won't be able to stand against me."
"I don't believe that." Zhang Youhong smiled softly. "Zhang Dong had already reached the end of the road of taming fierce ghosts. No one was more outstanding than him. Perhaps you are remarkable, but I believe he would not be inferior to you. It is just a pity that the two of you cannot meet. Otherwise, you would know that I am not lying."
Even after witnessing Yang Jian's strength, she still had complete faith in Zhang Dong.
"Your level is too low. You will never understand my current state." Yang Jian's gaze was cold.
The smile on Zhang Youhong's face stiffened slightly.
For the first time in her life, someone had told her that her level was too low.
Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Yang Jian continued, "I am the one and only being nurtured by an era. Since I dared to cast aside my identity as a Ghost Tamer and proclaim myself a god, I am naturally omnipotent. The difference between us is like the difference between ordinary people and fierce ghosts. Our forms may seem similar, but we are fundamentally different kinds of existence."
"You think Zhang Dong can measure up to me? Then I will let you see whether he can."
As his words fell, the Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead immediately lit up with a scarlet glow.
At that same moment, many illusory figures appeared around