Within a thousandth of a second of seeing the middle-aged man raise his hand, Yang Jian's reflexes had already been pushed to their limit.
That short sword could absorb paranormal power.
Once it pierced someone, the vengeful ghosts inside them would be extracted in an instant!
Yang Jian mentally ordered the Ghost Dream to dodge.
The Ghost Dream's Fierce Dog twisted its massive body through an incredibly nimble turn in midair.
It instantly shifted three meters to the left, perfectly avoiding the short sword's straight flight path.
At the same time, Yang Jian seized the back of Zhang Wei's collar.
Using his momentum, he hurled himself backward to the right, trying to gain distance within his red-light Ghost Domain.
But then something utterly terrifying happened.
As the transparent short sword the middle-aged man had casually thrown cut through the air, the light around its blade began to distort violently.
With the Deceiving Ghost's power to deceive reality, the straight trajectory dictated by physics was completely overturned!
As though it had grown eyes in midair, the short sword did not pursue the Fierce Dog when the Ghost Dream dodged;
Instead, in an utterly absurd twist of coincidence, it slipped precisely between Yang Jian's fingers.
The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out in the deathly silent hall.
The short sword became a merciless streak of light and plunged dead center into the left side of Zhang Wei's chest without the slightest deviation, burying itself to the hilt!
There was not even time for blood to spill.
Zhang Wei's smart-mouthed expression froze, and his entire body went rigid.
Yang Jian's pupils dilated to their limit. At that moment, his mind went completely blank!
He had anticipated that the middle-aged man would lash out in desperation, that the short sword bearing the