"Li... little sister... you look very delicious... after I turn all of them into ghosts... let me eat you, all right..."
The Ghost Cultivator immediately lost the seriousness he had shown when speaking to Qin Shaofeng.
He deliberately dragged out his tone, sounding exactly like someone trying to frighten people.
But he was a Ghost Cultivator to begin with—or rather, a fierce ghost that had fought its way out of the River of Time. Once he intentionally tried to scare someone, Xian Xiaoying immediately shuddered all over and subconsciously retreated several steps.
"Ghost Fire Blazing Flame!"
Seeing him make that expression again, Qin Shaofeng was instantly enveloped in green ghost fire.
What stood before them was a Ghost Cultivator, or perhaps a ghost, a soul.
Since this was meant to help Xian Xiaoying regain her confidence, he naturally could not allow any mishap.
The ghost fire might not truly have been ghost fire.
Yet among all the martial skills he knew, this was the ability most likely to affect souls, so he naturally used it.
But rather than attacking, he sidestepped and kicked out.
That kick, wreathed in Ghost Fire Blazing Flame, truly felt as though it had struck something like cotton.
The Ghost Cultivator screamed and was immediately sent flying backward.
He had just finished scaring someone, only to be kicked away in the next instant. No matter how one looked at it, it resembled someone trying to show off only to get slapped in the face.
That absurd scene left Xian Xiaoying dumbfounded.
This was a Ghost Cultivator?
Or rather, a fierce ghost?
Weren't these things supposed to be untouchable, impossible to grasp, terrifying beyond measure?
Why was this so funny?
Or had she seen something wrong?
"Human, you actually ambushed me! Can you still call yourself a