"Hahaha, who would have thought that even you, Liang Yueming, would know fear." Just as Yang Feng's words fell, he lunged his claws toward my head. I saw those claws already piercing into my skull.
But why would I let things go as he wished? The look of horror on my face suddenly vanished, replaced by a grin of amusement. I didn't even bother with drawing the Bagua on the ground; I just directly kicked toward Yang Feng's belly.
I felt as if I had kicked into cotton, even hearing a muffled sound as the Vengeful Spirit controlled by Yang Feng was sent flying backward and collided with my physical body.
To my surprise, after such a collision, my physical body simply fell down, emitting a crisp sound. Damn it, my head hit the ground—I hope I haven't given myself a concussion. Ancestors bless, I pray my body is unharmed; otherwise, how am I supposed to capture demons and exorcise ghosts if I become an idiot?
