Song Qingshu's scalp tingled. Could he really have encountered a ghost that had lived for a thousand years?
But after his initial panic, he quickly calmed down. This blurry figure was most likely someone in disguise, so he drew the Water Moon Saber and slashed at that arm.
The figure casually brushed a hand aside. Song Qingshu felt an immense force surge through his saber, and the weapon nearly flew from his grip. He could not help but be shocked.
Worried about exposing himself, he had instinctively used only the level of skill Water Moon Great Sect Master could display. Water Moon Great Sect Master's martial arts should have been more than enough for most situations, yet he had not expected this thing—whether human or ghost—to be so formidable.
Taking advantage of his astonishment, the figure grabbed Öchen and hurled him over. Song Qingshu did not dare let his guard down, fearing the other man had planted some hidden force in Öchen's body. He caught Öchen with a gentle force, only to find his head hanging limply to one side, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His neck had clearly been snapped.
The dark figure flashed to the other side like lightning, seized Huo Qingtong, and left. Song Qingshu could not help glaring at Usun. "Why didn't you make a move?"
Usun stood there dumbfounded. "I did, but he had no reaction to my spiritual power."
Song Qingshu frowned. He could not worry about anything else now and hurriedly gave chase. He had already accidentally lost Aman once; he could not let Huo Qingtong be taken right before his eyes as well.
The dark figure was incredibly fast. Even while carrying someone, he moved swiftly, but Song Qingshu no longer held anything back. Pushing his speed to the