C522 A Dragon among Men

"They don't even want to chat with the old ghost. Why don't you come?" This voice carried a sharp tone, and it was like the howl of a ghost.

Suddenly, a breeze blew towards Ye Feng's back, and a pale and withered hand climbed onto his shoulder.

In that instant, Ye Feng strangely turned around and struck out with his palm like lightning. Violent lightning arcs flashed on his palm