Chapter 639: Poison Spring
Bang!
Old Thunder Ghost kicked open the sect leader's hall with a loud crash. His gaze swept across the room, only to freeze in astonishment. Inside the hall sat a young man, leisurely sipping tea.
Outside, he had sensed nothing at all, not even the slightest trace of aura.
If it wasn’t for the hall being protected by a special barrier, then that could only mean one thing...
Old Thunder Ghost stepped forward, lifting one foot into the hall. But before he could bring the other foot in, his body stiffened. He couldn't retreat, nor could he move forward.
The others behind him had seen Old Thunder Ghost stride in, imposing as ever, only to suddenly halt and block the entrance. All were baffled and just about to urge him on when—Smack!
A crisp sound rang out. A phantom hand slapped Old Thunder Ghost hard across the chest. His body spun like a top, sent flying through the air before anyone could react. In the blink of an eye, he crashed into a distant mountain on the edge of Five-Insect Sect.
Boom!
Dust and rubble flew skyward, and the mountain split apart at the point of impact.
His shrill scream pierced the sky, drawn out and mournful, echoing long into the distance.
"Ambush!"
The rest of the group was struck with horror and immediately summoned their respective artifacts.