But now, Li Tianming is left alone to take away his life!

…

In the corner.

A young man dressed in black was leaning against the wall, listening to the elders of the Jiugong Ghost Sect discussing Li Tianming.

He had his arms folded, his eyes were ashen, and the aura on his body made him look like a dead person.

The word "walking dead" is the most suitable to describe him.

With his dead eyes, he looked at the blood-stained white-haired boy on the Blizzard battlefield. The nails of his hands were embedded in the flesh, and deep blood marks were drawn out.

I once fantasized about climbing to the top.

But now, he is not the one shocking the world!

My heart felt like a knife, and my whole body seemed to be bleeding.

His breathing became heavier and heavier.

Just then——

Far ahead, a man in red robe stood up, turned around and said to him: "Jiang Wuxin, come with us."

"Yes, Ghost King." The young man in black nodded.

"Don't be like this, his glory will stop here. From now on, your name, Jiang Wuxin, will be sung throughout the world." The man in red robe said with a smile.

Jiang Wuxin forced out a smile.

Everyone laughed.

Is this a mockery?

He swore secretly.
Chapter completed!