"Human or ghost?"
Lin Cheng was not too surprised. The instant the cold gleam stabbed toward him, he instinctively blasted out a palm.
A faint blue radiance emerged, emanating ripples of Mystic Intent.
His palm strike launched later yet arrived first, slamming directly into the body of a black shadow. A miserable shriek rang out. The shadow instantly became far more illusory, then, as Lin Cheng's power erupted completely, shattered into pieces and dissolved into nothingness.
"A ghost?"
Lin Cheng's gaze shifted. He suddenly noticed that within the small space behind him stood a little bed. Lying quietly upon it was an old man, his eyes bulging, his face red and his tongue hanging out.
To die an ugly death—this was probably exactly what the phrase was for.
The one on the bed was a corpse. The thing that had just dissipated was likely something like a wronged spirit. Pure physical strength might have found it difficult to harm such a thing; only Mystic Intent could inflict real damage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The door shook violently.
With a hard tug, Lin Cheng dragged over the small bed by the wall. Throwing up both arms, he propped the bed upright, turning it into a massive support against the door. The trembling immediately weakened considerably.
The strength of the Postnatal Realm was still far greater than that of ordinary people.
Lifting a small bed was naturally no challenge.
For the moment, he was safe.
At that moment, Lin Cheng recalled the palm strike he had instinctively unleashed just now and sighed faintly. In the end, he still could not truly return to the past. If it had been him when he had first arrived at the Jingyun Sect, he would likely have suffered badly in the face of that attack.
Panic and