C301 Night Watchman's Corpse

Many townsfolk's eyes widened in shock.

The King of Dead Spirits... slain?

Amidst the shattered earth stood Jiang Dao, his burly muscles sinister and gleaming with a metallic sheen, as if he were a true Devil God. With a giant blade in hand, he had cleaved the King of Dead Spirits in two from behind.

The King of Dead Spirits had no chance to heal before him