Shi Tiexin stared at the Demonic Monk ahead.
His face was expressionless.
Extraordinary Sensory Perception told him that this Demonic Monk was not lying.
Thus, beneath that blank face, the mood that had just begun to clear immediately gathered storm clouds at high speed, black clouds pressing down on the city as if to crush it.
But he still retained the last shred of reason.
Because Youyou had a history of faking her death. The Demonic Monk not lying did not mean Youyou was truly dead. Perhaps this Demonic Monk had merely mistaken her for dead.
With his last bit of reason, Shi Tiexin maintained his outward calm. His voice was cold and heavy, as though iron blocks weighed upon it. "With no proof, why should I believe you? Bring me the body."
As long as the Demonic Monk went looking for the "body," Shi Tiexin could follow the scent and track him there. As for how he would sneak back afterward or fight his way out of an encirclement, that was another matter.
The Mad Monk was still laughing, laughing so infuriatingly that one wanted to blast him with a Dragon's Roar. "An intact corpse may be impossible, but I happen to have part of it with me."
What?!
Shi Tiexin could not help but start.
With a sweep of his large hand, the Mad Monk sent something whistling across more than ten meters, smashing toward Shi Tiexin with tremendous force. Shi Tiexin caught it, dissolving all its force. It was not difficult to handle.
But the instant he touched that thing, Shi Tiexin's entire hand trembled.
Interminable Tribulation Force automatically probed it, bringing back countless pieces of information. And the feedback from that information caused the innate divine ability that had always stood as steady as Mount Tai