"Damn that bastard!"
Old Ghost's expression turned as dark as could be. The disciple he had set his sights on had actually been snatched away right under his nose—this was nothing short of an utter humiliation. Looking at the white-robed man, who was already severely injured, Old Ghost could no longer contain the fury in his heart.
"Die!" With a sweep of his massive hand, Old Ghost brought a giant palm descending from the heavens, which crashed furiously down upon the white-robed man within the formation.
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