"You've only just begun as Martial King, sharing the same realm with us, a calm body with nothing special about it, why would you say that?"
"Ha ha, I guess this household must have a few thousand pieces of gold. I've become accustomed to traveling all the time. Not knowing my family background here is meaningless."
Ghost King sneered, "The King is about to come out. What can you do to me?"
Su Yu said coldly, "Just go die!"
Ghost King mocked with a laugh, "Die! I want to see how you're going to make me die." With a wave of Ghost King's cloak, the Ghost Fog turned into locusts, and Ghost King flew towards Su Yu. His heart was broad yet narrow, hard as iron. He had wanted to kill Su Yu from the very beginning.
Su Yu reached out a hand as white and smooth as mutton fat jade, producing a golden sphere like that of Wudang, emitting a "nourishing" sound. Thunder clapped brilliantly, floating in midair, ready to unfold at any moment.
"Boom!"
