"Small request?"
The malicious aura emanating from Emperor Charm grew more intense.
The Treacherous Beings could not be killed, but the creatures that fused with them could.
Emperor Charm slowly raised his arms. Something slowly jutted out from them.
They were two spikes formed by the Treacherous Being he fused with.
"I also have a small request: disappear from the Ghost Mountain," Emperor Charm said with a snarl.
Washburn felt his heart sink with dread. "You have the audacity?"
If one wanted to stage a battle in the Ghost Mountain, they had to make a request to the Monkey Masters first.
Anyone who broke such rules and acted without permission here would be punished.
"Emperor Charm, if you attack in the Ghost Altar, the Monkey Masters will not let you go!"
"You will receive the harshest punishment from the Ghost Mountain!"
"Don't you dare!"
The other five Great Ghost Priests warned.
Emperor Charm didn't budge.
His eyes were flashing like two golden suns now.
The aura of the hatred-level Treacherous Being poured out of him in waves.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven finally stepped forward and placed his hand on Emperor Charm's shoulder. "Stop."
"Why? Are you scared of them?" Emperor Charm scoffed.
For many years, the human race always had a say in the Ghost Mountain.
The Great Ghost Priests of other races could only comply with their tails tucked between their legs.
But now that the Element Spirit Civilization was here, they suddenly turned their noses up at humans. Emperor Charm couldn't bear the disrespect.
"Of course not. But if we act out of turn, we'd just be putting ourselves in trouble," the Primeval Lord of Heaven reminded gently.
Human heroes held the Primeval Lord of Heaven in high esteem. His words carried weight.
With his persuasion, Emperor Charm suppressed his anger and stepped aside.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven turned his attention on Washburn.
Washburn and the Great Ghost Priests of other races actually mattered little to him.
He appraised the Eye Spirit coolly. "Wonderful of you to bring the wolf teeth to the Night View Island. It seems you know a lot about the Ghost Mountain."
The Eye Spirit remained silent.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven continued, "But as I recall, when the Ghost Master used the Thirteen Teeth Necklace to survive a great disaster, it had been broken."
"I know that," the Eye Spirit said.
The wolf teeth were, indeed, covered with mottled cracks, as if they had once been shattered. In fact, the bloodline power inside them had disappeared, leaving only its aura.
Frankly, they had little to no value like this.
"But I also know the Ghost Master's obsession is the Thirteen Teeth Necklace. As long as the thirteen wolf teeth are collected and arranged properly, he will naturally wake up," the Eye Spirit said smugly.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven only smiled at this. "You're wrong. The Ghost Master's obsession is not the Thirteen Teeth Necklace itself, but the bloodline power contained within it. The thirteen kinds of bloodline power are comparable to the power of the four origin-level bloodlines. Without the bloodline power, the necklace is insufficient to awaken him."
Hearing this, the Eye Spirit was taken aback.
"That is nonsense. Treacherous Beings can be awakened by their obsessions, which are usually objects."
Although what the Primeval Lord of Heaven said made sense, obsessions were mysterious and unique to the Treacherous Beings. No one could really tell what they were until they'd tried it.
The Eye Spirit simply chose not to believe what the Primeval Lord of Heaven said.
"Go ahead and check for yourself then," the Primeval Lord of Heaven said with a smile.
Meanwhile, the cyan-skinned Great Ghost Priest carried that wolf tooth and headed straight for the core area of the third floor of the Ghost Mountain.
When he passed by the huge painting of the Ghost Master, he gazed at it for a moment and compared the wolf tooth in his hand with the depiction of the Thirteen Teeth Necklace.
They looked exactly the same!
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