The giant ghost face boomed, "Brat, I have no quarrel with you, past or present. Why must you insist on ruining my plans?"
It was a wisp of the Ghost King's Divine Split that had caught up to him.
'It's just a mere Divine Split, yet it's this fast!' Shen Lang's heart tightened. 'If its true form came out, wouldn't it be several times faster than the Netherworld Wolf King?'
He sneered and said, "Old fool, what do you mean *I'm* ruining *your* plans? You're the one who brought a whole gang of underlings to deal with me first."
Shen Lang didn't slow down as he spoke, maintaining his high-speed sprint.
"CRACKLE!"
The Power of Thunder and Lightning surged on the Celestial Water Blade. The moment Shen Lang finished speaking, he slashed upward.
The massive blade light instantly cleaved the giant ghost face in two.
"Aiyaya, little brother, this must be a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding! Can't we just sit down and have a nice chat?"
