"It has nothing to do with you!" Ying Chuan said coldly, anger and killing intent flashing in his eyes.
At first, he had only intended to teach Zhan Wubusheng a lesson. Who would have thought that he would dare barge in here!
"I'm curious. Tell me—why is a ghost like you guarding a human? What, is she your lover?"
Zhan Wubusheng kept pressing him.
"I said it has nothing to do with you!"
Ying Chuan charged forward. The Soul-Slaying Saber flickered with black light. Before it even came close, Zhan Wubusheng's soul seemed about to split apart, and the new helmet on his head exploded into fragments once more.
Even the armor on his body let out a mournful cry. He had nurtured this armor within his body for years; it was one of his proudest creations, yet it could barely withstand the Soul-Slaying Saber.
Zhan Wubusheng retreated, but Ying Chuan pursued relentlessly. He was incredibly fast, closing the distance bit by bit.
"What material was this saber forged from? It's actually this terrifying." Zhan Wubusheng clicked his tongue.
"Die!" Ying Chuan's killing intent surged. Zhan Wubusheng had disturbed the woman—his crime was beyond forgiveness!
"Heh, Brother Zhan isn't some soft persimmon for you to squeeze." Zhan Wubusheng swung his battle axe. With a bang, Ying Chuan was sent flying backward. His strength was immense, far beyond Ying Chuan's.
But Zhan Wubusheng was not much better off. Although he had blocked the Soul-Slaying Saber, the sound produced by that collision alone had pierced his soul.
A crack split open between his brows, and strands of his soul leaked out uncontrollably.
Zhan Wubusheng hurriedly used a secret technique to heal his soul.
"So, is this woman your lover? An unfinished love between human and ghost?" Zhan Wubusheng continued asking.
"Shut up!"