Another lean disciple beside him stepped forward and snorted.
"You think bringing a dog will help? Clearly, you have no idea what true swordsmanship is!"
"Against absolute skill, a beast like this will only get beaten to death!"
As he listened to their indignant denunciations,
Yang Jian froze for a moment, then inwardly found it amusing.
In the eyes of these people who existed within historical memories,
the Ghost Dream was merely an oversized Tibetan mastiff?
But Yang Jian had not come to challenge their school, and he certainly did not need to show martial courtesy to a bunch of dead people.
His gaze hardened. He pointed straight at the young men in martial arts uniforms ahead and coldly gave his order.
"Bite them to death!"
The Ghost Dream let out a deafening roar.
Its powerful hind legs shattered the flagstones beneath it. Its enormous body lunged straight at the burly young man leading the group, its bloody maw stretched wide!
It moved so fast that even a top Ghost Handler would have struggled to dodge it.
Just as the Ghost Dream's steel-crushing fangs were about to snap shut,
the burly young man, who seemed perfectly ordinary, somehow slid half a step to the side!
Not only did he perfectly evade the Fierce Dog's lethal strike,
but as they passed each other, the wooden sword in his hand whipped through the air with a sharp whistle.
With a crack, it lashed viciously across the Ghost Dream's cheek!
Struck by the wooden sword, the Ghost Dream actually let out an eerily human cry of pain.
Even more terrifyingly, after that heavy blow landed,
the Ghost Dream's massive body suddenly went rigid. Its eyes rolled back, and it fell straight into a strange stupor.
It was like a stray dog stunned by