C596 Chapter 596

Seeing Moh Yao stand there without making a move, the Ghost King had already run out of patience. When the next gust of night wind swept in, she swung the skull-topped scepter in her hand, twisted into a vicious grin, and lunged sideways—planning to take Moh Yao down in one strike.

To her, Moh Yao was just some rookie Ghost Catcher