Lu Zheng charged forward, shouting as he ran, "Madam, withdraw your peach blossoms and let me test his mettle first."
"Be careful, Young Master!"
"You think I'm really afraid of you?"
Shen Ying formed hand seals, and the wildly dancing peach blossoms parted, opening a passage.
Lu Zheng finally saw the Green Robe Ghost's true appearance.
A square face, bluish-black features, eyes glinting with specks of black light, and a trace of ferocity at the corners of his mouth.
His body seemed both solid and insubstantial. Though his broad sleeves concealed most of his hands, they could not hide the foot-long bluish-black nails on all ten fingers.
"Your Mountain Carrying Eighteen Forms were stolen from me by that bitch, and Martial Blood Qi does not restrain Netherworld Ghosts. Pretty boy, you still want to test my mettle?"
The Green Robe Ghost howled sharply. Seeing Lu Zheng charge straight at him, he made as if to pounce, his body flying directly forward.
However, Lu Zheng could clearly tell that, unlike the Boar Demon's straightforward charge, the Green Robe Ghost had been a martial arts expert in life. Even floating in the air, he shifted left and right; every movement contained a transformation. He had no intention of clashing head-on with Lu Zheng.
"Slash!"
Lu Zheng swung his blade in a horizontal cut. His blood qi surged, and blade light crisscrossed through the air.
The Green Robe Ghost shrank back, evading Lu Zheng's sweeping slash with an exceedingly bizarre movement. Then he twisted and turned, somehow already slipping around the blade and closing in.
The next instant, five long bluish-black nails were already before Lu Zheng's face.
"Young Master Lu!"
Shen Ying cried out, and the Peach Blossom Evil around them rushed forward in frantic waves.
Lu Zheng had just killed the