"Nine Nether Ghost Shadow Sword!"
Shi Feng first bewildered Zhen Chuan with an illusion realm, then slashed at him with ghost shadows. In an instant, the ghosts that Zhen Chuan had just shattered reappeared swiftly.
"You think you can use such a low-grade illusion technique on me a second time? Break!" Zhen Chuan coldly shouted, his will resolute, as sword qi burst from his body, shooting towards the encroaching wronged souls. His right fist gathered power and slammed towards the sword stabbing from Shi Feng.
"Boom!" A full-powered punch from a Two-star Martial Sect collided with the Bloodthirsty Sword, ablaze with a blood-colored flame, instantly halting Shi Feng's thrusting sword force. And in that moment, a cold smile hooked at the corner of Shi Feng's mouth. The pieces of ghost body, split by Zhen Chuan's sword qi, immediately transformed into whitish sword qi, crisscrossing densely, surging rapidly towards Zhen Chuan.
