Hum!
Sensing something amiss, Huang Pi Daoist felt his scalp go numb. Letting out a low roar, his just-unsealed body instantly twisted, melted into candle oil, and vanished from the spot on the instant.
"Three!"
Li Qingyun looked toward the distant horizon. A flash of candlelight swept past, yet he remained unmoving, merely softly counting out the number.
"Two!"
The lamps and candles on the horizon flared up, then extinguished, having flashed twice already.
Huang Pi Daoist felt his soul scatter in terror, running for his life in a panic, unable to even care about exposing his traces under the very noses of the Nine Clans.
He never, in all his days, imagined that the life-saving help he invited would instantly turn into a death-summoning Yama.
"How could it come to this! How could it come to this!" Huang Pi Daoist fled frantically, his lips trembling as he muttered hurriedly, "Could you not spare me for the sake of having shared a boat?"
"I truly won't leak your whereabouts to the Nine Clans, nor anything about your ant-like wife..."
Yet as he muttered this, Huang Pi's face involuntarily twisted to an extreme degree. That was a sign of disorder, a discordance of heart and Dao, where speech betrayed the mind.
Seeing "Lingbao Dao Friend" suddenly step into what looked like the half-step Haotian realm in the span of a mere dozen years, his inner heart had actually long been filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, constantly scheming how to seize his Dao friend's weakness and exchange it for the secret of attaining the Dao.
Today, colliding head-on with the Tuo and Wan families, Huang Pi Daoist finally discovered just how vast the gap was between him and a true Ninth Realm.
His ability to roam freely for over a dozen