The moment that voice rang out.
"Swoosh!"
A spatial rift suddenly tore open above the high platform.
Gu Xing stepped out from the rift, flanked by Qing Shuang and Fei Yue.
His gaze locked directly onto the Great Elder of the Ghost Clan.
"Great Elder, aren't we here now? What's got you so impatient?"
Though he was keenly aware it was this very man who sent three Monarch-level Ghosts to kill him...
Gu Xing's face showed not a trace of disturbance at this moment.
Right now, what mattered was entering the tournament...
As for his accounts with the Great Elder, those would soon be settled!
Meanwhile, deep within the Forbidden Land.
Qing's face was filled with icy frost.
He was now commanding every Ghost Race member at the Residence to make their final preparations.
He was going to fight his way back into the Ghost Clan!
For years, he had willingly guarded the Forbidden Land, his only concern being his two daughters.
He knew all too well the character of the Great Elder...
