Within the resplendent golden hall, the Molting Dragon Emperor, upon hearing Jiao Hai's report, wore an expression of surprise—a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.
He felt as if he were dreaming. A newly ascended world, having received the protection of the Ghost Clan? That Ghost Clan powerhouse had first slaughtered the Black Panther Army, then mowed down the Demonic Trio? And finally, used a grand Divine Skill to rob Jiao Hai of a third of his lifespan? If he didn't know Jiao Hai's character, he would never believe such outlandish tales. Yet he knew Jiao Hai wouldn't lie. Perhaps some details were exaggerated, but these incidents had undoubtedly occurred.
"Your Majesty, you must avenge me!" As he finished speaking, Jiao Hai kowtowed deeply, his face filled with resentment.
