An Yan, excited by the words, nodded vigorously, "Husband, how badly are you planning to beat him up?"
Xue An said, "As long as I don't kill him, I'll beat him to a pulp!"
"Alright, husband, leave it to me!"
Upon hearing this, the masked Ghost Cultivator was first stunned, then burst into raucous laughter, "You're letting such a delicate little lady beat me up? Are you sure you're not joking..."
He couldn't even finish laughing.
An Yan leapt forward, arriving in front of him, then swung her frying pan, smacking it right into the Ghost Cultivator.
The Ghost Cultivator sneered, intending to dodge.
But he had no idea just how terrifying the frying pan was.
From the frying pan came the excited shout of the Nine Revolutions Thunder Sovereign, "Damn, I've been waiting so long, it's finally my turn to perform, strike him down!"
Along with the voice.
A blinding bolt of lightning struck down directly on top of the masked Ghost Cultivator's head.