Bang!
Pan Zhong reacted swiftly, drawing the saber at his waist and holding it before him before the giant axe could cleave him to death.
The giant axe and saber collided with a clang, and the saber chipped a notch in the blade of the Bone-Listening King's axe.
"Hm?"
The Bone-Listening King was somewhat taken aback. Rather than retreating, it exerted a sudden burst of force, using the brute strength of a vicious ghost deity to send Pan Zhong flying.
Pan Zhong had been wounded the previous night, and his injuries had yet to heal. Even with the superior weapon, he was hurled backward and slammed heavily into a tree. His saber fell nearby, humming.
"Urgh..."
Pan Zhong fell to the ground and propped himself up with the saber's hilt, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He was clearly badly injured.
The Bone-Listening King sneered and turned its attention to Pan Zhong's saber, saying:
"So you're the thief who stole the saber. If I take that head off your shoulders, perhaps this saber will be mine. Hahaha..."
It was not actually certain that Wei Jianxing and the others were the culprits who had slain the Mountain Patrol Envoy the previous night.
But that did not matter. It had not tracked Wei Jianxing and the others to avenge its subordinate in the first place. It simply had a craving.
Ever since the Sword Immortal of White Tree City had emerged and slaughtered every evil ghost within twenty li of the city, it had gone a long time without a taste of flesh, wary of the Sword Immortal's might. Now that it had finally found so many living humans in its own territory, it certainly could not let them slip away.
"Hmph! Demon, today we'll carry out Heaven's justice!"
Wei Jianxing and