The Ghost Venerable felt unbearable pain all over his body.
He couldn't believe that Lin Fei, with just one strike, could cause him such grievous injuries.
He was, after all, a Fifth Layer Immortal King, even the Supreme Palace's Chief Master Song Heling couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Yet Lin Fei, with one sword, rendered him utterly wretched.
His hair disheveled, body covered in scars, bloodstains irregular, kneeling on one knee, like a slave begging the victor for mercy.
Humiliation!
This was humiliation the Ghost Venerable had never felt before.
His hands clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking from the hatred and anger.
He slowly raised his head, eyes brimming with blood, ready to summon the Eye of Hell against Lin Fei.
Just then, the sound of something piercing the air erupted, and a dozen figures descended onto the plaza.
