The spoils of war had been tallied. Wang Xiu's attention fell on the remnant souls of the Golden Core Realm Demon Cultivators.
The remnant souls had just been released when they saw Wang Xiu and began speaking all at once.
"Don't kill me! I'll be your slave, your servant! I'll do whatever you say..."
"Young man, we have no quarrel. Why not be friends? If you release me, I can give you money, a lot of money... And my three new concubines, they can all be yours!"
"Please, spare me!"
"Kid, you'd better let me go! Our Ghost King Sect is not to be trifled with!"
"Such noise." Wang Xiu's expression was indifferent. He circulated the Ming Emperor's Prison-Suppressing Scripture, causing a phantom of the Ming Emperor to materialize. An immense pressure immediately suppressed the remnant souls, their forms flickering as if on the verge of dissipation. They turned pale with fear, kneeling on the ground and trembling, not daring to utter another word.
