The tattered body of the Five Ghosts Demon Cult's Saint Heir lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, his pupils filled with profound regret. If he had known how terrifying Su Han was, he never would have provoked him; he would have run as far away as possible.
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. By this time, he was already dead, his body cold and devoid of all life.
The Zi Mansion Holy Son asked me to deal with you, and to think you actually died by my hand.
Su Han shook his head and stored the Black Blade in his Bronze Ring. The Great Majestic Demon King had just obtained the millennium-old fierce ghost and needed some time to digest it. For now, it was temporarily incapable of undergoing Demonization again. It was also uncertain whether absorbing the ghost would give the Great Majestic Demon King the chance to break its Second Layer seal.
