Chương 1645: Subduing the Evil Spirit (2)

The Liaocheng Ghost King, who was ranked second among the ten thousand ghosts and had once been inferior to Ye Qingyang, braced himself and shouted at Ye Qingyang, "Ye Qingyang! What are you doing? Back then, we allied with you in the Undead Continent and killed the previous Ghost Kings! Are you going to burn the bridge after crossing it today and kill all of us?!"

Upon hearing this, although the other Ghost Kings didn't say anything, they raised their heads and glared at Ye Qingyang indignantly.

"Heh!" Ye Qingyang laughed and tapped the bone sword gently with his finger. The Liaocheng Ghost King, who had been talking just now, suddenly let out a shrill cry. Then, its ghost body shattered and turned into ashes that scattered.

The Liaocheng Ghost King, whom the entire Undead Continent feared, disappeared just like that.

Seeing this, the other Ghost Kings were stunned.

"This…"

"That's the Liaocheng Ghost King!"