Boom!

As the fist wrapped in Pure Yang energy came at him once again, Lu Jiuyuan felt utterly frustrated. With no other choice, he abandoned the body he had painstakingly possessed and reverted to his ghostly form, fleeing in panic.

Swish—

A blurry shadow shot out from An Lingxiu's body, moving at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it reached the main hall's entrance and sped off into the distance, leaving behind a parting threat: