You Have a Death Wish

"Heaven and Earth Flying Fire Token, break!" Yao Qingyi swept his finger across the peach wood sword in his hand. A flame shot out and instantly burned the smoke.

"Ah, ah, ah!" An ear-piercing scream exploded in the air. The black fog seemed to be alive and instantly condensed into a ball. It actually transformed into a terrifying ghost face with a green face and fangs. The female ghost died with her eyes wide open. Her eyeballs almost exploded from her eye sockets. Her sharp mouth and fangs swept across every disciple except Yao Qingyi.

"Hold your breath, don't breathe in the evil aura!" Yao Qingyi said, but it was too late.

The other disciples of the Imperial Preceptor's residence had all inhaled the evil aura. Their faces were as dark as the dead, and their expressions were distorted and sinister. Their sinister gazes locked onto Yao Qingyi at the same time.