Although that aura was exceedingly faint, it cast a shadow over the scorpion-shaped ghost's heart. At this point, it was already like an arrow nocked on the bowstring. The scorpion-shaped shadow lunged at Meng Delin.
The faint aura that had unsettled the scorpion-shaped ghost began to take shape as a dim, visible silhouette. The scorpion-shaped ghost's heart jolted—it was the man who had been sitting quietly to one side all along, seemingly indifferent to the battle between the two sides.
Of the three people before it, this was the only one the scorpion-shaped ghost felt unable to see through. However, the other party had been overconfident and had not joined the trio's encirclement, which had given the scorpion-shaped ghost a sliver of hope. Taking advantage of his arrogance to kill or at least injure one or two of them first would greatly reduce the pressure it faced afterward. There would still be a fight left in it.
Things had not progressed as imagined, however. Just as the scorpion-shaped ghost was about to succeed, something strange appeared on the insubstantial figure before it. A Zen-purifying aura that made its heart tremble emanated from him. Faint wheels of light showed behind the man as he extended a palm and held it out flat.
The scorpion-shaped ghost now naturally understood that its scheme had failed and that it had instead been schemed against. Perhaps it was not really a scheme at all—the silver-haired man had simply been watching the development of the battle from the side the entire time.
Meng Delin's true body broke out in a cold sweat. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't acted in time, I really wouldn't have been able to survive this calamity.
"Sinful creature, how deceitful!" Zhang Taixu shouted furiously. He had thought that he and Meng Delin might