He never thought of it.

As a member of the 365 tribes of the Underworld Ghost, he is an immortal and powerful man, but one day he will become a tailor!

Anger returns to anger.

Seeing the awed eyes of the ancient ghost kings behind him, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

At least, he is still alive!

At least, he is now the controller of the ghost clan!

"Don't panic."

Thinking of this, he spoke in a deep voice and said indifferently: "That man has too much time to take care of himself, and now he wants to compete with me for the power of Huangquan. It is simply a wishful thinking!"

"Wait until I repair the ghost pond!"

"I went and took his life myself..."

Click!

Click!

Before he finished speaking, the Underworld Monument suddenly trembled. The crack that he had repaired for the most part spread again, and... became even bigger!

The Ghost Emperor was furious!
Chapter completed!