Whether Pang Ji was telling the truth or lying, Huo Lian had to see Kui Yong's body.
If he was not dead, Huo Lian would strike him with another palm. If he was dead, all the better.
To guard against any possibility, even if Kui Yong was dead, Huo Lian would give him a few more saber strikes.
He could not guarantee that an old thing like Kui Yong did not possess some Ghost Dao abilities like Old Ghost Feng He, allowing him to return to life after death.
The eight did not hesitate and immediately charged at Pang Ji.
Facing their combined attack, Pang Ji abruptly turned and retreated into the secret chamber.
Huo Lian and the others did not hesitate, immediately charging in after him.
"Pang Ji, put Kui Yong down!" Huo Lian shouted.
At that moment, he was in the lead.
When he reached the entrance to the secret chamber, he saw Kui Yong inside.
Kui Yong looked like a completely different person from before.
Now, Kui Yong looked like an old man with one foot in the grave, his lamp nearly out of oil.
Pang Ji grabbed Kui Yong and charged toward the secret chamber's exit.
Huo Lian shouted and struck with his palm, trying to force Pang Ji back.
As long as they could keep Pang Ji trapped inside the secret chamber, their chances of killing him would be greater.
"Huo Lian, you're courting death." A trace of cruelty flashed across Pang Ji's face.
His internal power had soared, and he had yet to find a suitable opponent.
Now Huo Lian was right before him, a sworn enemy. Was he not the perfect opponent?
Pang Ji gave a low shout. True qi surged through him as he, too, struck with his palm.
The peerless demonic