The ghastly pale palm was like the sturdiest prison.
Threads of shackles converged into a small realm, clenched tightly in his hand.
His eyes, too, brimmed with coldness.
Like two streaks of icy light, they sought to pierce straight through the young man walking upon the blood lake.
The Asura Blood Soul Heaven-Returning Grand Endowment had remolded Sect Master Luo Tianfeng's body and returned his divine soul. With Yang Wu as the pivot and the Soul Banner as the counterweight, the three sides had achieved a delicate balance.
But that did not mean they had to be tied to this one tree until death.
At the end of the day, though Luo Tianfeng appeared to command strong troops and sturdy horses, lurking in the shadows as sect master and waiting for an opportunity to act—
In truth, Tu Shan Jun could cripple him at any moment and support another cultivator in his place.
If Luo Tianfeng thought he could control the Soul Banner and make it obey his commands, then he was gravely mistaken.
The sole reason Tu Shan Jun had chosen this man and brought him back to life was that Luo Tianfeng had been sufficiently powerful before his death, possessing considerable ability and strategic vision.
If he could not fulfill his purpose, there was no need for him to exist. Even a Great Sage Yin God could be sealed within the Shoreless Returning Ruin Realm.
Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.
He felt naked killing intent.
It was utterly undisguised.
Nor did it fear being discovered by anyone.
He understood that if he tried to stop that White-faced Evil Ghost from devouring the Yin God again, he would be the next one to die.
The only thing he could rely on was the strength of his divine soul. He