Even the Ghost King, whose battle record was illustrious throughout his life, ended up becoming a soul under Xiao Zheng's gun.
Looking at the Ghost King's corpse lying in a pool of blood, Xiao Zheng finally managed to rid some of the hostility in his heart. However, his face still looked grim, because Su Zimo had ultimately been taken back to Jiangnan Province by the Lu Family.
This time, Xiao Zheng miscalculated. He had not anticipated that the Ghost King would split into two teams, using himself as bait to lure Xiao Zheng into a trap.
"Even if I kill you a hundred or a thousand times, it won't dispel the hatred in my heart!"
Looking at the Ghost King's corpse, the hostility that had just dissipated appeared in Xiao Zheng's eyes again. Then, with a wave of his hand, Gang Qi burst from his body, directly tearing the Ghost King's corpse to shreds, completely merging it with the pool of blood on the ground.
After doing all this, he finally felt somewhat relieved inside.
