Yin Mountain Ghost King, Xiong Sanqi.
Xiong Family Village, hidden amidst the mountains and rivers, like a ship adrift in stormy winds.
At the moment the man set foot at the village entrance, everyone's Primordial Spirit trembled, feeling a trace of coldness, unease, and fear...
The juniors of the Xiong Family grew listening to that man's defiance.
The elders of the Xiong Family watched in restraint as that man ran amok.
Now, ten years have passed like a dream, and he's set foot on this land again.
"The Yin Mountain Ghost King... he's back."
"Such oppression, not showing himself with Skill before people, yet using the Primordial Spirit to overwhelm all leaders..."
"Beyond High Skill!"
Within the Xiong Family ancestral hall, whether Xiong Qianshan, Xiong Qianxing, or Xiong Ba, they all felt the pressure from the Primordial Spirit, it was a fear almost linked by bloodline, of the same sect, yet seeming to transcend the void and overlooking everyone like ants.
