"Achoo!"
Cloud Bamboo Mountain.
A hundred thousand cloud bamboos.
At the top of one cloud bamboo, a burly man stood among the bamboos and suddenly sneezed. He quickly covered his mouth, restraining his breath.
Because below was a battlefield littered with corpses, the very green bamboo forest stained red with blood. Five Golden Core Realm powerhouses stood there.
Although Ming Hu wasn't afraid of any one of them individually, if all five Golden Core experts attacked together, along with those thirty or more Spirit Corpse Kings and that mysterious woman in black robes, it would still be quite troublesome for him to escape.
As for that arrogant Young Master of Spirit Corpse Mountain, standing among numerous spirit corpse guards in a green robe, Ming Hu didn't see him as a threat at all.
This was just a hedonistic wastrel. Who knows if the Spirit Corpse Mountain Master has lost his mind, handing over a five-hundred-year legacy to such a useless person.
