Zhang Lingfeng saw that the Ghost Monkey had locked onto a target, and it was Lai Zhijun's father, Lai Dadao.
Lai Dadao was just an entry-level Martial Artist, who usually ran a small business. Recently, with Lai Zhijun's success of being accepted into Divine Martial University, he had been smiling every day, sitting on the sofa watching a movie.
Suddenly, the doors and windows shattered.
A figure rushed in rapidly.
An arm reached for his throat.
His eyes widened, wanting to dodge, but he was so frightened he couldn't move.
Zhang Lingfeng saw the Ghost Monkey's fingers were about to pierce Lai Dadao's throat.
With the Third Layer Dharma Power of the Ghost Monkey, his fingers could easily pierce a commoner's throat, let alone an iron plate.
At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng felt extremely anxious.
Although his relationship with Lai Zhijun was just that of classmates, watching a familiar figure die in front of him would make him feel heartbroken.
