"Li, you refuse to take the path to heaven and insist on barging into a gateless hell!" Prince Shen Ran snarled, his eyes bloodshot.
Li Qiye gave him a lazy glance. "Hell? Where is this hell you speak of? You think you lot are worthy of being called Hell? Even if this were true Hell, I would slaughter everything in it and make it crumble to dust beneath my feet!"
"My Buddha is merciful." The Ghost Monk recited a Buddhist chant. Though hymns surrounded him, he exuded a sinister, eerie aura, like a Yin Buddha that had crawled up from the grave. His sinister smile was enough to make one's blood run cold.
The Ghost Monk was, after all, a notoriously cruel individual. Throughout the Ghost Sacred Realm, the mere mention of his name was enough to make countless hearts pound in terror.
