Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed. This fellow was far too spineless. A streak of azure light shot out.
The Ning Family Young Master was terrified, but it was already too late to dodge.
The azure light struck him, and he felt the world spin around him, all the magic power in his body seeming to be sealed away.
Succeeding so easily left Lin Xuan somewhat surprised. He raised his left hand and pulled the other man over.
When dealing with enemies, Lin Xuan would never be softhearted. He directly searched his soul—convenient and simple.
A full tea's time passed before Lin Xuan released him. He closed his eyes and began sorting through the thoughts in his mind.
He had not expected this Corpse Demon to actually be a former ancestor of the Ning family, and to have countless tangled ties with the Heavenly Corpse Sect, one of the nine great powers.
Of course, Lin Xuan was not afraid. A tiny Ning family was not worth putting in his eyes.
Glancing at the unconscious Ning Family Young Master, Lin Xuan flicked out a fire pellet, directly turning him into ash.
Of course, before that, the Storage Bag naturally had to be taken off and set aside.
This time, the harvest was enormous. The Corpse Demon's collection went without saying, and the half-lifetime savings of three Core Condensation Realm cultivators also let him make a small fortune.
Afterward, Lin Xuan sized up the Corpse Demon's lair. To be fair, it was quite spacious, but Lin Xuan had no intention of living in this place.
After searching it carefully from top to bottom, he flew out of the cave. Then his ten fingers flicked in quick succession, and streak after streak of Sword Qi shot out. A small half of the entire mountain peak