Pei Ming fell backwards with a grunt, a sword sticking out from his arm now. He stood up immediately, preparing to strike again.

He was knocked back with another strike from the ghosts he was fighting, he was already wounded before this fight and this amount of ghosts was rather overwhelming.

He was taken aback when you jumped out of nowhere and killed half the group of ghosts.

"I—"

He just looked depressed when the rest of the ghosts ran away, his pride and ego screaming at him now.