It turned out that as a purple-clothed vicious ghost, Jiawei had mastered a secret ghostly art. This allowed him to extract the resentment and vitality from other ghosts to aid his own evolution.
"Hehehe~~~ I'm going to kill you." Jiawei let out a ghastly laugh, then opened his mouth wide and a stream of resentment spewed out, directed straight at Huang Xiaolong.
This breath of resentment was like a dark cloud eclipsing the sun, looming over Huang Xiaolong. It was easy to imagine how detrimental it could be if one were to be tainted with resentment of this intensity; it could potentially dissolve one's flesh and bones.
Huang Xiaolong's expression turned grave, his hands formed a Buddhist seal, he chanted the sutras and suddenly thrust out the golden Buddhist seal.
Within the seal, three thousand chants resonated, possessing the mighty power to purify any haunting, directly penetrated the resentment; the resentment, amidst the popping sounds, started to disintegrate and explode.
