"Cyan Rattan Mountain Ghosts?
Didn't expect you two to still be alive?"
Zhong Yun's face turned, and he said harshly,
"You survived, so why wouldn't we?"
The Cyan Rattan Mountain Ghosts chuckled, each holding an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact, a scythe radiating a ghostly atmosphere, their terrifying appearances overwhelmingly sinister.
"I regretted not being able to kill you back then and letting you escape.
Now you dare to show yourselves in front of me, truly seeking death!"
Zhong Yun's expression turned cold, and the shriveled flesh on his body suddenly showed a bit of luster, as if becoming more full.
Subsequently, a strangely shaped pair of scissors shot straight out.
The weapon he wielded most skillfully was the rare Yin Yang Double-Headed Scissors.
The Yin Yang Double-Headed Scissors swelled in the wind, transforming into a massive pair of scissors, swiftly opening like a guillotine, heading towards the two, and clamped shut violently.
