The sudden voice made Ye Weiming and Old Niu both shudder.
The voice had appeared far too suddenly, far too strangely. There had been no warning whatsoever; neither of them had even heard the other's footsteps. It had simply appeared out of nowhere, and in this pitch-black burial chamber no less. The eerie terror was beyond words.
For a moment, the same terrifying thought surfaced in both their minds.
Could it be... a ghost!?
At the thought, goosebumps rose all over their bodies.
The instant the threat rang out, the two of them felt a fierce gust of wind sweep in from behind. Someone had enveloped them both in a powerful, domineering palm strike!
The moment he sensed the terrifying force behind him, Ye Weiming immediately determined that whoever had spoken behind them was definitely human, not a ghost.
He told them to hand over their things, yet launched a killing strike before they could even answer.
What ghost in the world could be that shameless?
While Niu Zhichun was still paranoid and terrified, even forgetting to defend or dodge, Ye Weiming reversed the Juque Sword in his hand and slashed backward. The blade swept upward from below, straight at a certain vital point between the attacker's legs.
Ye Weiming had not chosen such a sinister target because there was anything wrong with his swordsmanship. It was because the incoming palm force was simply too fierce and overbearing, while Niu Zhichun had been scared senseless and forgotten to resist.
With Ye Weiming's ability, he could have avoided that earthshaking palm strike. But Niu Zhichun, who had abandoned all resistance, would surely become a dead soul beneath the opponent's palm.
To ensure that his only teammate would not be ambushed and instantly killed in a single exchange, Ye Weiming could only