The instant Zuo Xiaoduo saw the two of them, he let out a startled cry, turned tail, and ran.
Even though his strength had increased enormously, he was absolutely no match for two God-Imperial cultivators at once!
"You there, bounty! Where do you think you're running!"
The Two Ghosts of Yellow Springs caught up in an instant. Drowning Ghost had spotted him first and moved fastest. Driving his movement technique to the limit, he lunged forward desperately. With a flicker, he was already above Zuo Xiaoduo, his face brimming with excitement as his ghost-claw-like right hand snatched down through the air.
Fucking brilliant!
Fantastic!
With this grab, Spiritual Qi would turn into a blade and slice all the way around with a crunch!
Then, without even landing, he could grab the head and fly straight on.
No need to slow down!
His big brother was behind him and could scoop up Zuo Xiaoduo's corpse and pack it away in passing. Then the two brothers could retreat immediately and collect the bounty!
Truly, as the poem went: the blessed had no need to fret; windfalls fell from heaven into their net!
The wind shrieked. The full might of that grab was revealed-it actually produced a sonic boom!
But... what happened next made Drowning Ghost's face turn even more ghastly than an actual drowning ghost's!
Zuo Xiaoduo's head was plainly right before him. He dared say this grab was absolutely certain to succeed, which was why he had used his full strength.
Yet at the very last instant before he caught Zuo Xiaoduo's scalp, the bald head before him abruptly vanished.
In its place was a strange object shimmering with a hazy yellow light, its edges covered in slender spikes. It was round, like a sun radiating light.
An icy, sinister gleam!