Suppression

Chen Feng felt that this woman had not grasped the situation. He was the one who was going to suppress her, and he had absolute strength. Yet this ugly woman thought she could negotiate terms with him.

Although this ghost was powerful, Chen Feng's Tai Chi Technique had reached a high level. His physique was strong, his Yang energy abundant, and his spells were extremely powerful.

He was not afraid of the woman at all.

The woman was about to say something else when Chen Feng smiled. "I see your Ghost Qi is quite profound. How many people have you harmed over the years?"

"That is my business. It has nothing to do with you. Leave now, and we can stay out of each other's way. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Of course not!"

Chen Feng shook his head. "I cannot do anything about you harming ordinary people, but someone paid me to solve this problem. That makes it my business."

Chen Feng did not waste any more words on the woman and immediately made his move. The environment around him had already collapsed, and he returned to his body.

That was right.

Just now, only Chen Feng's consciousness had entered the painting. Everything had been an illusion. Now, Chen Feng took out the Peachwood Sword and aimed it at the painting, ready to stab it.

"Courting death!"

A terrifying voice rang out. The painting was the woman's hiding place and the tool she used to harm people. With Chen Feng's stab, it was ripped apart on the spot, split from top to bottom.

The woman could no longer hide inside it. She flew out and transformed into a ghostly creature wreathed in black mist, her face pale as death. She extended a claw, like a living person's hand except for