Seven Star Island Soul-Devouring Snake

The Mang Brothers were twin brothers, so naturally there was little difference in their appearances. It was just that the elder brother wore black, while the younger brother wore white, and on top of that, each wore a strange hat on his head. Their famed magical treasures were Mourning Staffs, so in the cultivation world, many people also called the two of them Black and White Impermanence.

Hooking souls and seizing lives suited the pair's bloodthirsty, cruel natures well enough.

At that moment, the two brothers rolled their dead-fish eyes and stared coldly at the black-faced old man coming toward them.

"Gege, looks like you're the elder from the Fourth Branch?"

"That's right!" The black-faced old man nodded. "My Ning Family has no grudge or enmity with you two. Why must you worthy brothers wade into this muddy water? If you are willing to stop here, my Ning Family will be endlessly grateful and will certainly reward you two fellow Daoists handsomely."

"Gege." The elder of the Mang Brothers, dressed in black, spoke up. "Your Excellency is also a cultivator of the Core Condensation Realm, so how is your insight so shallow? As the saying goes, take a man's money, relieve him of disaster. Since we have accepted the Cloud Ghost Sect's benefits, how could there be any reason to switch sides halfway? Besides, your Ning Family is doomed this time. What would you use to reward the two of us?"

The voices of the Mang Brothers were hoarse to the extreme, like stone grinding against metal, so grating and piercing it was unbearable.

"My brother is right. You can go die!"

The man dressed in white swung the Mourning Staff in his hand, and at once a sinister wind shrieked past, mixed with the mournful roars of Fierce Ghosts.