Chapter 279 Strike When Needed (1/2)
”Watch the child. I'll go out and have a look.” Feng Jiu said to Leng Shuang, and then went striding towards the outside.
Opening the door, the several ghost spirits were fallen upon the ground and howling pitifully. Up in midair, streaks of bright Qi rained down, las.h.i.+ng upon the ghost spirits with a series of loud vicious sounding swooshes.
Seeing the several ghostly figures on the ground had turned very faint like spirits that would scatter and disperse at any moment, Feng Jiu's eyes glinted sharply as she raised them up to glance at the priest waving the whisk he was holding. With a flick of her hand, a silver needle wedged between two fingers shot out with a swish straight towards the man hovering in midair.
'Swoos.h.!.+'
The silver needle was struck to the ground by the priest's whisk, which also halted the las.h.i.+ng that was being inflicted upon the ghost spirits. Sharp piercing eyes then turned onto Feng Jiu and a deep holler then sounded: ”Just a little kid. Who are you? The fact that you would actually a.s.sociate yourself with ghosts makes you deserving of death!”
As he spoke, the whisk waved and a stream of Qi streaked straight towards Feng Jiu.
'Swoos.h.!.+'
With the malicious stream of Qi shooting straight at her, Feng Jiu dodged unhurriedly with a flash of her body. Sweeping her gaze over the priest, she said: ”To think your esteemed self would deliver a killing strike in the first instance, could it be, that you see me as a wild and untamed ghost as well?”
”Hahahaha! Kid, you refuse to take the open path to Heaven but instead choose to crash into h.e.l.l without a door! So what if I kill you?” The priest guffawed loudly, his voice filled with arrogance and malice, not showing the slightest benevolence of people practicing the Dao.
”Young Master, leave quickly. This old Taoist Priest's cultivation is at the peak of the Foundation level. Young Master must not clash with him head on. Quickly bring my son with you and run for your lives!” The ghostly man stood up shakily and shouted at Feng Jiu, thinking that they would hold back the priest here in exchange for his son and this youth to be able to escape from this place alive.
Feng Jiu threw a glance at them and did not heed the ghostly man's words but to lift her eyes up to look at the priest. A faint smile curled up at the corners of her mouth and she said: ”Throughout my journey, quite a number of people have sought to kill me. But in the end, they all died under my hands instead.”