C322 Gong Xian

With a splutter, Gao Yu, oblivious to Mo Xiao's plight in Deepsummit, coughed up a torrent of blood. Wiping the crimson stain from his lips, he snarled, "When the Master returns, you're both dead meat!"

"Dead? How exactly?" Bu Zheng's gaze was icy as he retorted sharply, "The Ghost Realm boasts three supreme Celestial Sovereigns. I'm quite eager to learn from one today