"Is that the Ghost King right in front of us!?"
The white-robed scholar hid behind others, shouting loudly in alarm.
Li Xu chuckled sinisterly and with a slap of his hand, transformed into a dark shadow that shot towards the white-robed scholar.
"Stop him, the 'Drunken Immortal' is still effective."
The bald, Red Eyebrow Monk, facing the direction where Li Xu was rushing, pulled out a baby's skull and then with a slap, smashed it. "Squeak~~~," a little red ghost with its mouth split to its ears, let out a sharp, yet silent scream that targeted the Primordial Spirit.
Li Xu's lunging figure staggered, then lunged again with even greater speed. A swirl of Nether Qi enveloping his body tore the wailing little ghost into mere dots of red shadow.
The bald, Red Eyebrow Monk, as if struck by thunder, opened his mouth in agony and tore open the clothes on his chest.