"Ha~ But my fist hasn't shrunk."
Before Zhao Tianming could react, Xin Lin let out a couple of dry laughs and suddenly swung a punch.
As the punch flew out, Zhao Tianming's nose made a snapping sound and broke instantly. He let out a miserable cry and was thrown off his feet.
The guards beside him saw this and pulled out their swords, swinging them at Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue.
Zhao Tianming's guards were handpicked by the Ghost Shiva to protect her waste son. Their martial skills were quite good; a few of them were in the Xuan Transformation Realm. They thought they couldn't handle the female ghost but believed they were more than enough to deal with two naive girls.
Their True Qi surged, and the swords in their hands seemed to have eyes.
The sword light flickered, and blade after blade fell, but Xin Lin's figure flickered, avoiding the sword lights.
Seeing Xin Lin use the Ghost Escape Technique, her small figure rushed into the midst of the guards.
"Capture her!"
