The Ghost Generals sitting cross-legged below the great hall were indignantly reporting to the Ghost King about the disasters brought upon them by the passing human cultivators.
"Human cultivators, utterly lawless!" The Ghost King smashed his fist onto a dragon bone-crafted white bone table before him,
with a loud bang, under his punch, the white bone table turned into a pile of powder.
Without using Corpse Qi, being able to smash something as hard as a dragon bone table into powder is something very few Ghost Cultivators in the Ghost Territory can achieve.
"These human cultivators are truly outrageous!"
After smashing the white bone table, the Ghost King paced back and forth anxiously and angrily, suddenly stopping, turning back and sweeping his cold gaze over the Generals below, asking, "How many human cultivators are there in total?"
"It seems there aren't many, only two have invaded my territory!"
"Only two cultivators attacked my Cave Abode. And they're both very young."
