"Ugly freak, looks like you've got some skills after all!"
Seeing Shen Han rescue the two diners, the eldest ghost, Xiong Zimeng, let out a sinister chuckle.
"Big Brother, kill him!"
The second ghost, Qiu Wanshan, was so enraged that flames seemed to burst from his head.
The four of them had surrounded Daoist Xuanyang. Though the fifth ghost, Liu Yan, had lost an arm, Daoist Xuanyang's eyes had been blinded by black powder. Victory was already in their grasp.
"Move!"
Xiong Zimeng immediately shouted.
No sooner had he spoken than the second and third ghosts charged forward together, blades in hand.
One came from the left and the other from the right, their blade-light fierce, leaving Shen Han no chance to flee.
"Too slow!"
Shen Han merely smiled faintly.
Indeed, these two ghosts were only at the initial stage of Flesh Refining. Though they were experts in the eyes of ordinary people, to Shen Han, who had stepped into Tendon Refining, they were no different from feeble chicks.
"Go die!"
The second ghost's blade had already reached his face.
Unhurried, Shen Han merely tilted his head slightly and easily dodged aside.
The next instant, he struck back.
His left hand gathered all the power in his meridians, swinging in a strange arc before hammering down onto the second ghost's shoulder.
Angry Dragon Divine Fist · Thousand-Hand Guanyin!
Crack!
It was the sound of a shoulder bone shattering.
With three thousand jin of force behind it, coupled with wind-like speed, the second ghost, Qiu Wanshan, had no way to evade. The bones in his shoulder were pulverized, and the blade in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Urgh..."
Qiu Wanshan felt as though his heart and lungs had shattered, the pain beyond bearing.
But before he could