Chapter 325: Black Smoke Burial!

"Uncle Ghost!" Tomas Orwin stared at the corpse on the ground, fury twisting his features. Beneath that rage, a thread of disbelief flickered through him. Uncle Ghost had been the third-strongest at his side, a Mid-stage Martial Venerable. And he still lost to this punk. How was that even possible? *Damn it. A nobody from the mortal world… how did he cultivate to this level?* Tomas's eyes narrowed. *So he's got an opportunity on him. Fine. After this, I'll pry it out of him myself.* "You're...