The female ghost retreated into the distance like lightning, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Like a fox facing a sharp arrow, she glared furiously at the spot where that streak of white light had appeared.
Three hisses sounded in succession from her throat.
"What cultivator dares run wild here?!"
She swept her wide sleeve, and red threads shot out like arrows.
Li Ping'an leaned against the outside of the temple and changed the sword seal formed by his hand.
Sword Qi condensed into a streak of white light, carrying a strange power that blocked the blood-red aura of death and malice surging like a tide.
"Show yourself if you dare, you rat!"
The red-robed female ghost roared again.
A voice seemed to come from afar, gentle, calm, and powerful.
"Heh, I wouldn't dare."
The others were stunned at those words.
Wasn't he supposed to say something like, "You're not worthy"?
Flames of hatred burned in the red-robed ghost's fierce eyes.
Switching targets, she lunged at the woman in fitted martial attire nearest to her.
"I can't let you live!" That calm voice rang out once more.
At the same time, a curtain of energy formed over the blade.
A keen aura gushed from the sword.
Cold light fell like rain, swift as crashing thunder.
"Come on!"
The red-robed ghost shouted and took her stance.
Clang, clang...!!!
A series of metallic clashes rang out, sending sparks flying.
Every sword strike was a killing blow, danger following on danger.
The sound rang loud as a gong, swelling again and again.
With tremendous force, it battered the red-robed ghost's mind.
Li Ping'an had finished the carrot in his hand.
He held no sword, nor was there a trace of killing intent about him.
He couldn't help laughing. "Again!"
As his voice rang out-