A Tough Kill

The night had turned darker and darker, as the moon slowly hid into the lotus shaped clouds.

Dozens of miles away in the Gold Tripod City, it was still crowded with people. The light shone on the whole place, making it bright and clear. On the contrary, in this not-so-big forest, there was barely any sound, which made it seem incredibly depressing.

In that quietness, cold lights suddenly exploded.

"Piss off!"

The ghost head shouted, his dried out palm tore apart the air. A couple of blue-purple claw attacks shot out, which were extremely brutal and sharp. It clashed heavily with that cold light.

Shoo!

A sword had left a mark on his forearm. Ye Chen’s body flashed and immediately blended in with the night.