As the dust settled, the entire Yin River was at a standstill.
Zhang Pingsheng and the others hadn't expected the Sect Leader to be so mercurial. Just a moment ago, everyone was engaged in friendly banter, and suddenly the Sect Leader drew out a large, black Treasure Sword and swung it at the opponent's face.
The dark light emanating from the demon-slaying Treasure Sword stunned not only foes and allies but also confused the fierce skull servants briefly.
Witch Qi was momentarily stunned, "Where did my massive brother go?"
Xu Qing, who was capricious and fighting solo, had already put away the demon-slaying Treasure Sword and casually uttered two words:
"Average."
"..."
It seemed the far ancient Great Witch's sense of shame was provoked by Xu Qing's dismissive demeanor, for not far away, a skeleton Ghost King with a bull's head and a man's body suddenly let out a furious roar.