The Ghost Mother felt guilty for not being able to protect Mo Lin before.
Each time she thought of the Immortal Slaying Ghost killing Mo Lin, her heart ached.
She wanted to kill the Immortal Slaying Ghost herself to avenge Mo Lin.
"Kill me?"
The Immortal Slaying Ghost heard the Ghost Mother speak of killing him and displayed a disdainful smile.
"Ghost Mother, do you not know your own strength? Mo Lin couldn't kill me, what makes you think you can?"
The Immortal Slaying Ghost knew the Ghost Mother well.
The Ghost Mother's only means were the Little Ghosts in her black jar.
Without those Little Ghosts, the Ghost Mother was nothing.
The Ghost Mother didn't explain; she wore a white outfit and walked directly towards the Immortal Slaying Ghost.
The Immortal Slaying Ghost wore a disdainful smile as he drew the Immortal Slaying Sword and slashed at the Ghost Mother.
The Ghost Mother walked barefoot, not dodging the approaching sword light.
