Shen Ying's cool, detached face showed not a trace of emotion. She merely watched the two coldly, forming hand seals with her fingers as miasma spread and peach blossoms whirled through the air.
The green-robed figure flickered, dodging a tree root. He then stretched out his right hand, five long, sharp, blue-black nails slashing viciously and carving three gashes into the root. Brown sap spurted from the wounds.
"Crash..."
Two peach blossoms silently landed on the green-robed figure's back, instantly transforming into two streaks of light that sank into him. He let out a muffled groan and flashed rapidly to one side.
Elsewhere, Peng Keshan was being lashed by countless tree roots, yet he stood firm. The two short curved sabers in his hands flew up and down, his movements ancient and unadorned, but exceptionally effective.
"Heh heh, competing in strength with your Grandpa Pig? Heh heh, your Grandpa Pig is strong as can be!"
A savage smile curled Peng Keshan's lips, for he was just about to reach Shen Ying.
Unlike that ghost, which could not do much damage to the peach tree, he could knock this entire tree down with a single charge of his head.
He only needed to sever all these bothersome roots. Simple, wasn't it?
As for the Peach Blossom Evil fluttering and scattering through the sky, it could greatly harm ghosts but could not injure his thick hide in the slightest.
"Heh heh, Miss Shen, you're imprisoned by this Old Peach Tree, unable to leave Peach Blossom Glade all day long. What fun is there in that?
"Why not submit to your Grandpa Pig? Let Yan Jie refine this peach tree, and then follow your Grandpa Pig back to Yang Province.
"When the time comes, you'll eat the finest food and drink the strongest