However, at this moment, this terrifying Corpse King was kneeling.
Kneeling before a young cultivator who looked no more than ten years old.
At the same time, zombies covered the mountains, all prostrated on the ground.
The Corpse King kneeling, the Iron Corpse submitting, and countless corpses worshipping.
And the young cultivator whom the Corpse King kneeled to had brows and eyes like a painting, with a profound majesty, was none other than, the teenager before him...
It was... Mo Hua.
Like a thunderbolt out of the blue, it echoed in his mind.
Yang Jishan remembered everything, he finally recalled who Mo Hua was.
He was the boy from back then, who quelled the corpse crisis in South Yue City, who, in a critical moment, made the Corpse King kneel and countless corpses submit, that enigmatic teenager!
Yang Jishan's heart was in turmoil, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
How could he have forgotten such an important event, how could he have forgotten?
