A Supernatural Gift Package

The moment Liang Hengshi heard this, the viciousness on his face instantly turned to horror.

After trying the fart curse once, he no longer dared dismiss Qin He's words.

Perhaps this Corpse Burner... really could see supernatural things. The gas in his belly earlier had already inflicted no small amount of internal injury on him.

His stomach had swollen like a war drum. Not even a bull could endure that.

His sphincter had completely slackened, like a snapped rubber band, burning with pain.

And there was a stream of heat flowing outward.

A mighty Dao Palace Realm expert, the head of the Liang Family, one of the Four Great Clans of the Great Jing Empire.

He had shat his pants. Would you believe it?

Liang Hengshi's reaction was exceedingly direct and decisive—he turned and ran.

As vicious as he had looked when seeking revenge moments ago, he was now just as panicked.

He did not even care about Qin He anymore, casually flinging him toward the Gate of Hai.

Like tossing away a dog.

Thus, Qin He flew back into the Gate of Hai.

At this moment, Qin He saw that above Liang Hengshi's head, which had once brimmed with true energy and sharp vigor, Yin Energy now soared into the heavens. Resentful Energy and Malevolent Energy intertwined to the point of being visible to the naked eye.

Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought he had a nest of ghosts perched atop his head.

"Rumble..."

At the same time, amid the sound of mechanisms turning, the great doors of the Gate of Hai rapidly shut.

From outside came the echo of Marquis of Purple Robes' urgent command: "Seal the Gate of Hai! Do not open it without an order!!"

Qin He hesitated for a moment, but did not