"Huff!"
Ancestor Xu and the Ghost Servant raise their weapons and slash towards the son of Shuang at the same time.
The son of Shuang, in a monotone laugh, looks at the two swords coming towards him face-to-face, and both of his blood-red ghost claws stretch out, catching the two swords separately.
Due to his power being rather advanced, he does not look up to the weapons of the Ghost Servant or Ancestor Xu. He confidently aims to steal their weapons.
Ancestor Xu and the Ghost Servant dare not let him take their weapons. Under the frenzy, their styles change rapidly. From left to right, they slash at the neck of the son of Shuang, aiming to dissect his ghost head in one stroke.
In the chilling laughter, the son of Shuang morphs his style again; he stretches his arms from left and right to grab Ancestor Xu and the Ghost Servant separately, while effortlessly ignoring the dual swords coming towards his neck.
