"Ha ha ha..."
The ghost head knife in Ghost Cicada's hand had now become a blood saber, and his black monk's robe looked as if it had been soaked in a blood pool, drenched in copious fresh blood.
The blade swiftly turned, decapitating a head, and the headless body of a Blood Bat Guard fell to the ground, knees bent.
"Truly exhilarating," Ghost Cicada's face no longer calm, was filled with a sense of satisfaction.
As he spoke, Ghost Cicada suddenly felt a malicious wind strike from behind; he spun around and slashed with the ghost head knife, striking a hand as solid as cast iron.
"Monk of the Silent Annihilation Zen Temple, let us have a talk."
Monk Shi Jue silently exerted his strength, and the right palm that touched the ghost head knife suddenly unleashed immense power, crushing the floor and smashing Ghost Cicada downwards.
