The Blood Zombie Young Master's feet dragged across the stone floor, leaving two long and deep marks before he finally steadied himself. A sneer slowly spread across his face as he looked toward Fu Ting.
"Little girl, you seem to know quite a lot," he said with a sinister chuckle.
The next moment he spread his arms wide. With a light tap of his toes against the ground, his body shot forward like a hawk diving toward its prey. His speed was astonishing as he tore through the air, leaving behind a streak of crimson light that trailed after him.
"Blood Zombie Ghost Shadow Palm!"
He unleashed a series of palm strikes in rapid succession. Crimson Qi surged violently around him as countless palm prints filled the air. At the center of each palm print formed a grotesque blood colored skull with its mouth stretched open in a silent scream.
The skulls released eerie shrieks that spread outward as waves of sound, crashing forward like an invisible tide.
