"All right. I'll give it a try."
Liu Wujiu smiled and nodded.
The moment he finished speaking, he dropped into a crouch. He spread the fingers of his right hand, and spiritual energy gathered into a vortex in his palm.
He pressed that hand against Li Hongtian's chest. Spiritual energy seeped along his meridians and into his body, ready to draw out his vital blood.
Su Wen's face changed drastically at the sight. As though struck by a thunderbolt, he screamed until his voice nearly tore apart: "Liu Wujiu! He Zhentian! Let him go! If you want something, come at me! Don't touch the Deputy Mansion Lord!!"
Zhong Ming and Lin Jing struggled desperately too, their bodies twisting violently where they were pinned to the ground. "Let the Deputy Mansion Lord go! You beasts!!"
He Zhentian and Liu Wujiu paid their cries no heed.
In the Profound Clarity Palace formation farther away, a lean elder walked up beside Lu Qingxuan. He glanced toward Liu Wujiu and He Zhentian, who stood watching with his hands behind his back, then lowered his voice. "Palace Lord, can Liu Wujiu really find Jiang Bei? That secret art of his sounds far-fetched. Who knows if it'll work?"
Lu Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze also fixed on Liu Wujiu. He slowly shook his head. "I don't know. The Purple Baleful Sect's methods have always been strange, and Liu Wujiu is notorious for stopping at nothing. If he dares make that claim in front of so many people, he probably has some confidence. He may truly have a trick or two up his sleeve."
The elder's brow furrowed deeper. "But what if they do find Jiang Bei? The three of us entered the Flame Lord's Heavenly Tomb together. Why should the Purple