"You are... Zhi Buyou?!"
Yun Hai exclaimed in shock, a trace of horror flashing through his eyes.
In his impression, Zhi Buyou was just fifty years old, with no resemblance to the person before him, who looked neither human nor ghost.
"He's practiced a demon technique!"
Ku Lao's face grew solemn as he stepped forward and spoke slowly.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect anyone who recognizes it!"
Zhi Buyou grinned, his terrifying laughter was bone-chilling, and his entire body exuded an evil aura.
"Did you kill the Prefect's men?"
Chu Ming's eyes flickered, he took a deep breath and asked calmly.
"My son is dead; how do they still deserve to live? Not just the Prefecture, the entire Taihang Mountain Stronghold must be buried with my son!"
Zhi Buyou's eyes were filled with madness, and upon hearing his words, the three people's expressions changed. There was no denying that Zhi Buyou's character was excessively obsessive.
"Brother Ku, let's join forces!"
