Narrow Alley.
A Yong's house had already been completely razed to the ground.
The swirling dust gradually settled.
On the moss-covered stone alley, a Ghost Sedan drifted along, carried by four Ghostly Being bearers at each end. Their feet never touched the ground, their ghostly eyes were cold, and Yin Qi streamed in every direction.
Inside the sedan, Zhong Kui Yueji had already fallen unconscious.
Pei Ling stood in front of the Ghost Sedan. His body was a ghastly sight, covered everywhere with bite marks, pitted and incomplete.
Opposite him, a boy of six or seven had a Blood Saber Qi piercing his chest, pinning him to a broken wall.
The boy was dressed neatly, and that was the only wound on his entire body. Though the saber qi had pierced him through and left him hanging in midair against the wall, his expression remained supremely arrogant, as if he looked down upon the whole world. There was not the slightest hint of panic.
Pei Ling took a step, walking toward the boy one step at a time.
Even now, his body was still being devoured.
Crack... crack... crack...
The crisp sounds of chewing came from all over his body.
At the same time, the wounds left by the bites kept reversing, healing themselves.
But the speed of his recovery couldn't keep up with the speed at which he was being devoured.
Even now, he still had no idea where this devouring came from...
The boy's voice was cold and grand as he said, "What a pity. This is only a wisp of your divine sense!"
Step, step, step... step.
Pei Ling had reached the boy. He stopped, raised his right hand high, and a domineering, pure saber intent gathered over his palm in an instant, like an unparalleled, vicious