At that moment, Ouyang Xing and Zong Hedong made the same move. The magical artifacts refined from the glazed treasure lamp and Crimson True Pearl both emitted a blinding burst of light. At once, black smoke rose from the man masquerading as Guo Ding's eldest adopted son. With a shrill scream, he flew backward in retreat.
"Kill!"
Ouyang Xing gave chase, sacrificing his treasure lamp. The light within its glazed bowl became a radiant sword and instantly pierced the ghostly creature. The thin layer of human skin draped over this vile, unclean thing split apart, revealing its true form: a hideous ghost with a blue face and protruding fangs.
"Ha ha, shown your true colors now, have you?!"
Zong Hedong laughed loudly. The Crimson True Pearl in his hand released a fiercely blazing, supremely yang radiance. Its brilliant light suddenly flared, and in his right palm it was as though a tower of raging flame had risen. With a thunderous boom, firelight poured forth, burning the false Guo Jing'an until it howled incessantly. It had clearly been injured.
"You ghost, did you really think we couldn't see through your disguise..."
Ouyang Xing gave a few cold snorts.
"Quickly. Tell us where you secretly hid Guo Jing'an."
He lightly shook the treasure lamp in his palm. Strange light from the glazed lamp bowl shrouded the ghostly creature, forcing it to halt even as it retreated. It lowered its head and whimpered, curling into a ball as though unable to withstand the power of that supremely yang, righteous radiance. It was in extreme pain.
"That's right. Your acting was fairly convincing, but what use are these little tricks before us?"
Zong Hedong laughed. "Did you truly think we wouldn't notice?"
He and Ouyang Xing had long since sensed that there was something