ough Hao Ren's siblings were one level higher in cultivation than him, under such a chaotic situation, it would be difficult for even two eighth-level ghost cultivators to protect themselves. Therefor...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theng their conversation, he looked around furtively, as if afraid that someone might be listening through the walls. Then, in a hushed tone, he said: "Let's just have a casual chat between brothers. Wha...