The moment those words were spoken, Renxin realized he had been fooled!
The two of them had collided just now, their bodies pressed together. How could he possibly have missed!
The supernatural power that deceived his perception was affecting his judgment.
But it was too late.
The glove had indeed touched Zhang Wei just now.
At the moment of contact, he had clearly felt the skin beneath his clothes turn a bluish purple.
Even his consciousness had briefly blurred. That might well have been the process of being turned into a ghost slave.
But Zhang Wei had still lied as though nothing had happened.
And now, Renxin believed his lie that he had not been touched.
The instant that statement became true, the Deceiving Ghost's supernatural power warped reality. Together with the Ghost Sword inside him acting as a medium to strengthen the Luck Ghost's power, it forcibly blocked the ghost glove's curse.
There was no doubt about the outcome of that supernatural clash. The lie became reality.
The bluish purple discoloration rapidly faded from Zhang Wei's skin, and his mind cleared.
The ghost glove's terrifying power of transformation was easily blocked by several layers of supernatural power.
Watching Zhang Wei return to normal, Renxin's gaze turned utterly cold.
All three of him let out a sinister chuckle at once.
"The Deceiving Ghost's power?"
"To think someone like you actually managed to control it."
Renxin's voice carried undisguised contempt.
"But what good does that do?"
"Your power is troublesome, but triggering it against me again won't be so easy, will it?"
"That troublesome fellow with the big blade has already left. Can the two of you alone stop me?"
Renxin looked past Zhang Wei toward Yang Jian, who was still painfully merging with the Ghost Dream.
"Once he dies, the