Mr. Corpse Mark, an elder of the Corpse-Driving Sect who had just arrived, took one look at the terrifying host of Nascent Soul cultivators before him and immediately turned to flee.
Wrapping himself in his protective corpse qi, Mr. Corpse Mark turned his escape light, preparing to flee a thousand miles away.
However, in the instant he turned, a gust of sinister wind brushed past him.
In the void, Yan Buliu, who had been concealed the entire time, let the corner of his mouth curl into a smirk.
Divine Technique: Pilfer, activated.
[Divine Technique Ode: Seizing Opportunity]
Why ask for leave when my hand is in your pouch? My empty hands bring despair even to ghosts.
Severing mortal ties makes all things ownerless; heavenly secrets pass through my hands, but are not forced to stay.
