He lunged toward Shen Mingshu. This sudden move startled Yueying, who had been hiding in the shadows, and he darted out.
Watching Zhang Dashan charge at her, Shen Mingshu reached out and gripped his throat with lethal precision. A layer of flame erupted over her hand, the intense heat contorting Zhang Dashan’s face in agony.
A cold flash of steel swept through Zhang Dashan’s soul, but it did not leave so much as a scratch on his spectral form.
Chapter 16