Before Li Ji'an's words had even fallen, the body-protecting Dharma Shield around the middle-aged tributor was already pierced through by the first Blood Fiend Talisman.
"Spare—" In the next instant, the second Spirit Talisman had already shattered his Dantian; he didn't even have the chance to self-detonate his Dantian.
Stowing the man's Storage Pouch into the Qiankun Ring, then using the Faceless Mask to absorb his Essence Blood and Divine Soul, Li Ji'an's expression didn't change and his heartbeat stayed steady as he calmly arrived at the second checkpoint.
"That guy was actually such trash?" The brocade-robed young master at the second checkpoint carefully sized Li Ji'an up, then finally cursed.
He truly hadn't expected that the tributor of the first checkpoint would be taken care of so quickly, without even consuming much of Li Ji'an's Magical Power.
