Chapter 920: The Cult Leader
Was he really that impatient to take over everything I had?
The tall man sneered.
A few traces of viciousness, like that of an evil ghost, surfaced on his iceberg-like face.
The pressure of a great sect's leader struck like heaven itself, overturning the world in anger, yet in an instant transformed into a tranquil spring breeze, spotless and unmoved by dust.
The man examined his own body and nodded in satisfaction. "You did very well."
"This subordinate merely carried out everything according to the Cult Leader's wishes."
The man placed a hand on Luo Manping's shoulder.
He said calmly, "I never expected that even I myself would be unable to balance soul and flesh."
"This child's Yin Spirit is still too weak. If not for an additional Sage appearing at the crucial moment, whether this divine ability could have succeeded would truly have been hard to say."
Though he spoke with utter calm, without a trace of the danger involved, death would have meant one's soul scattering and spirit dispersing.
He had not chosen a Sage because his fragmentary soul could not devour one. After much consideration, only a cultivator at the first step could complete this unorthodox method of possession.
However, just as he had said, if not for a Sage entering the body and raising the stakes to suppress the flesh, it might truly have ended in failure at the final hurdle.
At this point, the man looked at the three-foot soul banner in his hand.
With a wave, he shook it, and it expanded to over a zhang long.
When his divine sense entered it, the man's eyes, tranquil as an ancient well, immediately stirred. Even his body trembled with excitement.
He saw a city—a city in the sky. Within it