:'Our human race will eventually rise.'

: "Haha...are human immortals very strong?" an inappropriate voice sounded.

Everyone looked up and saw a green-faced and fanged ghost floating in the air, looking down at the people kneeling below, his eyes full of disdain.

: "Your majesty, the Kuixian of my ghost tribe, can destroy them with just a flip of my hand."

: "A dead immortal is no longer an immortal..."

Hearing this, the people of Li Dynasty were furious.

All of them had pale and red faces, and they dared not speak out in anger.

The arrogant ghost clan in the sky is a great saint, and they are far from their opponents.

They have been oppressed for so long that they have become accustomed to it and do not resist subconsciously.

: "You must not be presumptuous, immortals cannot be insulted..." A white-haired old man gritted his teeth.

He was wearing a scribe's robe with a broken face. He was not a monk, he had no cultivation, he was just a mortal.

Others were afraid of death, but he was not afraid. Half of his body was buried in the ground anyway.

As long as you die well, everything will be worth it.

The human race's spine has been broken over the years, so let's use his insignificant corpse to fill the crack in the spine!!

With him taking the lead, people also reacted, yes, our human race also has immortals coming, so what are we afraid of?
Chapter completed!