Rather Be a Ghost Than a Dog

"Ye Zhen, you... you..."

Yang Yiguan stared at Ye Zhen as though he had seen a ghost, then glanced at his own chest and abdomen, his face full of astonishment. Just moments ago, he had felt as if Ye Zhen had darted straight out of his arms.

Could it be that Ye Zhen had been hiding in his embrace all along, possessing some even more terrifying Divine Abilities and Secret Arts?

Above all, Ye Zhen's movement had been too sudden, too fast. Seizing the moment, he had tunneled straight out of the ground like a fish leaping from the water, drilled out from Yang Yiguan's arms, and snatched the golden Jade Talisman from his hand in passing!

"Elder Yang, you said you were going to kill us. I didn't hear that wrong, did I?" Ye Zhen lightly chuckled as he toyed with the golden Jade Talisman in his hand.

"Ye Shaoxia, you did not hear wrong. But the ones I intend to kill are those two remnant fiends of the Demon Race. We are human martial artists—how could we slaughter one another?"

As he spoke, Yang Yiguan kept his eyes fixed on the golden Jade Talisman in Ye Zhen's hand. Suddenly, a ripple of divine sense shot toward it.

Almost at the same time, the Arm-Connecting Fire Monkey King, who had only just settled down, let out a furious roar. His arm abruptly stretched out, clawing directly at Ye Zhen.

Yang Yiguan had actually tried to inject divine sense into the golden Jade Talisman from afar, intending to activate the Arm-Connecting Fire Monkey King, kill Ye Zhen, and reclaim the golden Jade Talisman that controlled him.

Yet Ye Zhen's reaction was astonishingly swift. The instant he sensed divine sense entering the golden Jade Talisman, his own divine sense stirred, and