"What the hell is that?" Liu Shou frowned at Huang Di, who looked as if he had gone mad. Confusion and disgust filled his eyes.
His standing was far too low. He did not even know what the Secret Bureau had been investigating recently, much less had he ever encountered a Demon Ghost.
The next instant, Liu Shou's vision blurred. A savage face rapidly enlarged before his eyes, closing in within the blink of an eye.
Danger! Danger!!
Liu Shou's pupils contracted to needle points. Smelling death as he never had before, he instinctively shot backward, while a layer of pitch-black color surfaced over his palms.
"Netherworld Palm!"
He thrust out both palms. The muscles in his arms bulged, his inner force surged, and he slammed them toward the oncoming Demon Ghost's head.
Bang!!
His palms struck home. Just as delight began to surface on Liu Shou's face, a terrifying force suddenly rebounded against him.
Amid a thunderous crash, both palms trembled and went numb, their black force directly shattered.
"What a terrifying body!"
Liu Shou's expression changed drastically. In an instant, he realized this was not a monster he could fight.
Just as he was about to call for help, a wave of weakness suddenly swept over him.
From the corner of his eye, Liu Shou saw the terror on everyone's faces and caught the fleeting sorrow in his daughter's eyes.
He slowly lowered his head, and his pupils abruptly widened.
At some unknown moment, a savage ghost arm had pierced through his chest, its icy gleam reflected deep within his pupils!!
So, the moment they had made contact, he had already died.
Rip!
The sound of flesh tearing and ghastly chewing faintly rang out. Liu Shou's eyes were wide open, disbelief filling his pupils. A savage ghost claw