The Ghost King San Yan was livid. Tonight, Su Yang had killed so many members of the Medicine Sect right in front of him—it was outright humiliation. He genuinely wanted to kill some of Su Yang's people to save face.
Yet, he couldn't do it. If he fought hard, he could indeed kill many of Su Yang's men. However, he wouldn't be able to safeguard Ge Kaiyang at the same time.
If he killed a few of Su Yang's people but Ge Kaiyang ended up dying here, the Jade-Faced Judge certainly wouldn't let him off the hook.
Weighing his options, the Ghost King San Yan could only swallow his anger for now.
"Su Yang, I'll remember tonight's debt!" The Ghost King San Yan's face was ice-cold as he spoke in a deep voice, "The mountains may not meet, but rivers always turn. We'll have plenty of opportunities. When you fall into my hands, I will make sure you wish you were dead!"
Su Yang sneered. "Maybe next time, you'll be the one falling into my hands!"
