"Success!"
Looking at the completely bound Soul of True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde, Lü Yang grinned and tossed it directly into the Yama Hall!
"Progenitor, I suppose this counts as avenging the ancestors of the Wu Ghost Sect!"
Inside the Yama Hall, Progenitor Tingyou's expression turned complex upon hearing this, his gaze fixed on True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde.
Once upon a time, this Perfected Lord before him, now as helpless as a trussed chicken, was a figure he had no choice but to look up to—one he hated to the bone yet was powerless against.
Now, that same person had fallen into his hands.
This was all thanks to the changes Lü Yang had brought about.
"So you have a day like this too...!" Progenitor Tingyou gritted his teeth, then formed a Daoist Hand Seal.
The Yama Hall activated!
"AHHH—!!!"
Instantly, the Soul of True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde began to convulse violently. To Progenitor Tingyou, however, the blood-curdling screams were music to his ears.
