The air was splattered with black blood, leaving behind only a perfectly round head.
Shen Zhou took another quick stride forward and swiftly dealt with those three men.
Then, he slowly walked towards An Guizi's head.
Although An Guizi had nothing left but a head with all six yang energies, his eyes were still bulging, and his mouth was open, making a sound.
This sound was full of terror!
"You... who exactly are you? Your power is beyond my imagination!"
Shen Zhou curled his lip, "Still thinking of taking me down with you? By the way, I forgot to tell you, those Dark Ghosts you sent after me were taken care of by my daughter."
Instantly, the image of a five or six-year-old girl popped into An Guizi's mind.
He shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible. Dark Ghosts are one of the four major instruments of the Specter Sect. Though they rank the lowest... but how could a little girl kill them off within half a minute!"
"Seven of them!"
