His tiny sword talismans were adept at killing ghosts and exterminating demons, an easy task. Zhao Yun, however, was terrifyingly powerful. Just the Ghost Qi alone could shatter the sword talisman array; such ghosts were too strong. How much power must have been consumed to cultivate them?
Zhao Yun said indifferently, "What other tricks do you have? Use them to your heart's content."
While everyone was astonished by Zhao Yun's appearance, Chu Hao made his move.
Gui Yan, caught off guard and staring at Zhao Yun, took a hit from the Ritian Stick in the abdomen, exactly the same spot as before.
The blow was even more painful this time. He flew backward, crashing into the wall and shattering the stones, howling in agony.
Gui Yan, clutching his belly, cursed, "You bastard, you... you sneak-attacked again!"
Chu Hao responded lazily, "Getting distracted in a situation like this? Don't you even know how to spell 'death'?"
