"Ahhhh!"
Qiao Feng's face changed dramatically.
The evil ghost's momentum was too strong. As soon as it appeared, he knew he stood no chance against it. In his fear, he stepped back, simultaneously striking with the Descending Dragon Palm.
"Descending Dragon Palm!"
He met the sharp claw of the evil ghost with the Descending Dragon Palm, attempting to block it and buy himself some time to escape the ancestral hall.
He had completely lost the intention to battle the evil ghost. Upon encountering such a creature, there was only one thought in his mind - run for his life.
"Hehe!"
The evil ghost sneered sinisterly. Its sharp claw suddenly became transparent and completely ignored Qiao Feng's Descending Dragon Palm. It went through his palms and clawed right at his forehead.
"Splat!"
Qiao Feng's skull was punctured by the evil ghost's claw as if it were tofu. Bloody black mixture flowed out on the spot.
"I..."
