The Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor staggered back, crashing into a table and sending the disciples from the small sects there scrambling to get away.
"You… Who are you? Who? Who are you???"
The Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor had never suffered such a major loss. He scrambled to his feet and roared.
"BEGONE~~~"
A thunderous roar echoed in the Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor's mind.
BEGONE, BEGONE, BEGONE, BEGONE~~~~~
He immediately spat out another mouthful of blood. No one knew what had just happened.
"Which bastard ambushed me?! If you have any guts, leave your name!"
The Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor looked around frantically, his face a mask of terror.
The entire venue fell silent. Everyone just stared at the Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor.
