Then there was a crack, and the table finally crumbled under the heavy burden.
The bare-chested strongman scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, glancing at the tea shop owner.
The tea shop owner hurriedly forced a smile, not daring to say anything.
Looking up at the sky once again, the bare-chested strongman confidently proclaimed, "This time, the Demon Ghost is surely doomed...!"
Before his words faded, the crimson, malevolent moon suddenly began to transform, instantly morphing from a full moon into a ghastly White Bone Throne.
Above the throne, a figure was slowly emerging.
At the same time.
Five sword lights had already zoomed close.
But the figure atop the throne didn't even glance at the incoming sword lights, merely letting out a cold snort.
This simple snort, though, was like a muffled thunder, echoing throughout the skies of Jianzhou.
The one at the forefront was Shi Jian, who charged in first.
