The middle-aged man in a black gown, who had led the Ghost Sect members here, was stunned when he saw that Austin also deployed twenty corpse generals. He stared at Austin with an astonished expression.
The number of the corpse soldiers and corpse generals owned by a member of the Ghost Sect had relation to the position of that member in the Sect. The more corpse generals he possessed, the higher the position he held in the Sect. While being the head of these group members, this man owned a mere two corpse generals. 'But this young man owns twenty corpse generals. Is he also a member of our Ghost Sect and in a higher position than me?' the man puzzled.
The middle-aged leader in the black gown did not know what do to at that moment.
As a result the over fifty corpse soldiers also stopped all their moves and did not attack Austin.
"Are you... Are you from our Ghost Sect?
How can you then stand together with the Zhang Clan?
The thirtieth Altar Owner, Altar Owner Lu, is my leader. He has sent me here to take control of the Valley Town and obtain as many resources here as possible and to make ready for the expansion of our Ghost Sect.
Who..."
The black garbed Ghost Sect leader demanded of Austin with a confused expression.
The Ghost Sect was a hierarchical organization, and they had strict rules about how their members treated each other among members of different positions. All the members at lower positions had to be careful not to annoy the higher ranking members. Once members of a higher rank felt unsatisfied with a member of a lower order, they could punish or even kill that offending member.
So the middle-aged leader in black had to address Austin carefully, and he cautiously showed his respect to Austin when he saw Austin had deployed twenty corpse generals.
Seeing his behavior, Austin smiled coldly and of course, he knew why the man acted so cautiously.
"You don't have to know who I am. Now I've found that the two corpse generals of yours are good enough and they qualify to be owned by me. So give your corpse generals to me," Austin instructed firmly.
"What? Who... Who on earth are you... ..."
The lower ranking sect leader became furious and shouted at Austin in the end.
But Austin did not want to talk to him anymore. His mind controlled the twenty corpse generals, and he lined them up in front of the courtyard of the Zhang Clan, preventing others from entering it through the gate.
Moving across the ground on his swift feet, Austin strode out to face the middle-aged man. So quick was his bodily movement skill that Austin nearly covered this small distance in a second.
The middle-aged man just saw his figure flash and the young man appeared in front of him. He was so shocked that he almost died.
"Go and die!" the middle-aged man shouted furiously and his vital energy started to rise inside his body.
He was going to use his killing skill to fight against Austin.
Sizz!
A slight sound was heard.
A sword with a golden flame flowering along the blade stabbed into the offending Ghost Sect member's chest. It passed through his body and stuck out from the center of his back.
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