469 [Funiu Mountain Suffers]

The Senior Brother and Junior Brother from Wolf Mountain Temple, along with the six Warrior Monks from Baoguang Temple, stared at the enraptured expression on He Zhao's face. Every last one of them was dumbstruck.

In the eyes of the whole crowd, the Kapala Spirit Bone Prayer Beads were utterly useless at best, with maybe a little relic value—yet they actually had such a miraculous effect. What shocked them even more was: how did Ruthless He Zhao know how to use them?

And besides, using them so brazenly in front of eight people, under everyone's eyes, was he not taking them seriously as human beings at all?

With that strange power added to him, the instigator felt better than he ever had before.

There was no concrete way to describe what it felt like for his talent to grow and rise by a whole level. Vaguely speaking, it was a comfort that spread from the inside out, even giving him the illusion that everyone before his eyes was nothing but marked heads waiting to be sold.

His confidence, in particular, swelled like never before, giving him an explosive certainty that he could flatten every cultivator in Shangyang City with one hand.

Of course, He knew it was all because his talent had improved, causing his own strength to make a considerable leap, which in turn created the false impression that his mentality had swiftly lost balance.

He the Person had experienced this countless times, and in almost an instant, he adjusted himself.

The seven Great Hand Seals were also stirring restlessly, as if they only needed to undergo painstaking cultivation to transform and reach a higher level.

The moment he thought of the words "painstaking cultivation," he wanted to spit.

With the Kapala Spirit Bone Prayer Beads around, what idiot