"Really killed just like this?"
On Da'ai Mountain, the State Preceptor suddenly widened his eyes, seeing the Tenth Incense Stick he had lit already broken in mid-air.
The barren incense stem seemed to represent something, revealing a shocked expression on his face.
It was as if time had turned back to twenty-four years ago, when he first learned of Lao Junmei and others' plan to annihilate the entire Du Yi Dynasty and even sever its bloodline. They were just as decisive and swift.
And he himself was equally shocked.
At this time, shouldn't Hu Ma first secure his path back to the human world and consider what if he had to confront the Netherworld Palace, and what to do then?
But he didn't expect Hu Ma to be so straightforward, first finding the opportunity to kill an Emperor Ghost of a hall. In doing so, the ties of karma were too deep, meaning he had entered the Netherworld Palace without a chance to exit this dream...
