The three of them, Ling Feng, were startled. Could the ancient sword not be the Dragon Slaying Sword, not meant to seal the Evil Dragon, but instead to seal the skeleton within the stone bridge?
Ling Feng stood protectively in front of Ling Yao, shouting, "What kind of demon are you? Show your true form at once! Why are you pretending to be a ghost here?"
Ling Feng shouted as if he were a hero in a tale, at that moment he felt like the gallant hero in a legendary saga, protecting the delicate maiden behind him.
Although Ling Yao was not delicate at all, it was not Ling Feng's first time performing such heroics, having long memorized the routine and lines by heart.
The skeleton had already crawled out from the rubble, a skeleton warrior walking to the riverbank, its steps steady, yet strangely it only had one arm.
