The man in the Zhongshan suit was not hideous like the other hanged ghosts, nor did his eyes bulge.
There was only a slender black handprint on his neck, as though someone had grabbed him there-or something had squeezed him to death.
His square face looked righteous, but his stiff, bluish complexion added an eerie touch.
"Heh heh~"
He gave a sinister chuckle and struck immediately, grabbing at Jiang Chen's face, the tips of his long, sharp black nails gleaming coldly.
A smug expression appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
He had sensed this living man's strength long ago and hidden himself, letting a few vicious ghosts attack first. Sure enough, his opponent had fallen for it and exhausted all his power.
"Trying to kill me while I'm weak?"
Expressionless, Jiang Chen took out a dark cyan pill and swallowed it.
Spirit-Gathering Pill +3.
In an instant, surging demonic power filled his body.
With a flick of his finger, he sounded the brownish-cyan drum.
The middle-aged man's expression went blank for an instant, and he froze in place.
"Great Strength Bull Demon Fist!"
Jiang Chen clenched his fist, the blade of the Assassination Short Knife protruding between his fingers, and smashed it straight into the spot between his opponent's brows.
His current base strength only approached the peak of D+, but with his demonic power at full strength and Te Chu Shi's power activated by the brownish-cyan drum, it was more than enough to slaughter a half-step vengeful ghost.
Moreover, his opponent had been too eager to kill Jiang Chen while he was weak and had stepped forward himself, closing the distance.
That made it even easier for him to strike.
With these factors combined, Jiang Chen's punch unleashed 120 percent of its power.
There was a splat.
The middle-aged