The Ghost King was quite the character, after all.
Seeing the golden sword stabbing toward him, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately grabbed the bronze knife on the ground, raising it to block in front of himself!
Clang!
A tremendous force exploded, like a bomb!
It sent him flying three to four meters away!
The Ghost King's body slammed against the wall, feeling as if his bones were about to shatter!
"Attack!"
He roared hoarsely.
Over ten young disciples from Gossamer Cave drew their swords and charged forward!
Julius Reed didn't even use his sword.
His feet shifted rapidly, leaving behind streaks of afterimages throughout the room!
With thirteen punches launched, the disciples of Gossamer Cave collapsed in disarray, lying scattered on the ground.
Each of their chests had a large piece pressed inward.
Dead beyond saving.
"This…" The Ghost King's eyes went wide!
What kind of monster was this?
Terrifying to such a degree!
