"Take away the Thunderflame Sword Body? Ridiculous. This youth, I, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts, have ensured his safety. You all can leave now."
"Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts, you must be confused by your suppression. You're merely a rotten soul, and you dare to—ah—"
"Life and Death!"
"Annihilation!"
"An Ran!"
Three terrifying Sword Intents suddenly shot forth, and the ancient, bleak eight-carried sedan chair suddenly shattered.
"Oww—"
The ghost within let out a dismal shriek, then burst like a bubble.
In the Heaven and Earth, many golden energies danced around.
These golden energies surged like the ocean into Zhou Yan's Thunder Seal.
Zhou Yan stood rooted to the spot, enveloped by a suffocating pressure.
The beings here, with but a thought, could turn Heaven and Earth upside down, controlling life and death, granting and taking lives.
"Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts—you, how dare you—"
