Though Master Ku was meek and obedient before the lord of Sword Nether Palace, to ordinary disciples like them, he was incomparably dangerous.
There had once been a traitor in the palace, and after being captured, he had been handed over to Master Ku for disposal.
No one knew exactly what had happened, but it was said that the wailing alone had lasted for a full month—and still had not ended...
Though Master Ku could not be considered a thorough, genuine Demon Cultivator, he had still gathered no small number of strange and eerie cultivation arts.
To have one's soul drawn out and one's spirit refined—that was the most terrifying outcome of all, unable to beg for life, unable to beg for death.
Thinking of the rumors in the palace about this old monster, the woman in red turned pale with fright. Though she and her elder brother were not traitors, they had lost that ancient barbarian treasure through negligence; the sky-high disaster they had committed was probably no different from rebellion.
It was said this man had been sent to take charge of the Punishment Hall. Could it be that he intended to clean house?
Everyone thought uneasily, every face drained of blood.
Seeing them trembling all over, Master Ku smiled. That smile was like tree bark shuddering—somewhat comical, yet carrying a thread of chill.
"You have such nerve, actually daring to..." Before Master Ku finished speaking, he suddenly barked, "Geng Biao, what are you doing?"
With that, he waved his hand, and a streak of black light flew from his sleeve, sinking into the body of the Geng-surnamed cultivator.
The square-faced, big-eared man stiffened all over. The magic power he had gathered could no longer be raised in the slightest, and his face could not help but turn