Beichuan Si felt goosebumps all over his body, his back drenched in cold sweat.
This was not a display of fear, but a subconscious reaction to encountering an enemy he absolutely couldn't defeat at the moment.
Admitting his weakness wasn't difficult for Beichuan Si; the vengeful spirit indeed was an existence he couldn't defeat at the moment.
Because the opponent's strength wasn't just limited to vengefulness.
Beichuan Si could feel an extremely dangerous sensation hidden beneath the slender, twisted body of the knife maid.
In the moment he charged at the opponent, he threw the duvet from the concubine's room at the vengeful spirit, blocking their view while he shifted his body to the side, throwing the Jian Ding at them too!
Beichuan Si had only completed these three actions when the thick duvet, originally flying in the air, was neatly sliced into pieces, and the Jian Ding, which had shot out, was deflected by the opponent's blood-stained bone knife.
