Above the firmament, on the back of the Immortal Crane.
A fierce wind blew past.
A figure in a purple robe stood firm against the wind.
Qin Hao held one hand behind his back.
With the other, his palm commanded the heavens and the earth.
A blue, Law-formed hand directly enveloped the Ghost King's crown.
The Ghost King was still immersed in the pain of his severed hand.
The next second, it felt itself being grabbed by the head and lifted.
And was continuously dragged backward.
The Ghost King wanted to struggle.
But the opponent's strength was too great.
Its struggles, in the hands of the opponent, were like a joke.
Hundreds of meters later, Qin Hao's large hand flung.
This previously formidable Ghost King was tossed into the river with one hand by the Heavenly Master.
Falling into the river, the Ghost King roared furiously.
"Who dares to spoil my plans?"
The roar of the Ghost King possessed a peculiar energy.
