"Nonsense!"
Zhou Heng snorted coldly and immediately struck with a Palm Thunder.
The intertwining thunder and Pure Yang golden light descended right on top of the ghostly creature claiming to be Wan Shankong's head, shattering its helmet and revealing a skin-covered, skeletal head resembling a skull.
However, as the helmet broke apart, the Palm Thunder also disappeared without causing any real damage to the ghostly creature.
"You're quite bold, little one!" Wan Shankong's mouth curled into a smile as he extended a tongue that resembled withered vines, which shot out like an arrow straight toward Zhou Heng's head, aiming to pierce through his skull and drain his blood and marrow.
Clang!
A bell-like resounding clamor emerged from Zhou Heng's palm as he struck out, golden light bursting forth like a colossal golden bell being struck, reverberating in all directions.
Ring Gold Palm!
