He could hardly wait to see that damned bastard quietly done in by his own dull blade.
With every word Wang Yao spoke, the black-robed middle-aged man's eyes shone brighter. By the end, they blazed like fire, as if they could illuminate the entire gloomy refinement chamber. Every strand of his hair stood on end as he stared at Wang Yao in a daze, nearly mad.
It took a full quarter of an hour for Wang Yao to finish his "confession." The black-robed middle-aged man suddenly howled, "I have to tell the Old Ancestor, right away! Brother Wang, don't worry. Once this news is verified, the Old Ancestor will surely reward you beyond your wildest dreams. I can... Ah!"
The black-robed middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes. A dagger burst through the wall and, with perfect precision, split Wang Yao's head in two, as though a sharp blade had cleaved a watermelon.
In that moment of distraction, the dark, gleaming dagger came for him.
The black-robed middle-aged man was just about to move when a stream of black qi swept toward him. In an instant, he lost the ability to act. Suddenly, the Skull Ring on the index finger of his left hand released a brilliant light.
The black qi that had wrapped around his head was severed in an instant.
The black-robed middle-aged man cried out in alarm and tried to flee, but the dagger was already right before him. He had no time to react, and the returning blade struck him in the head.
The black-robed middle-aged man's final thought remained fixed on the dagger. That thing is terrifyingly sharp. It even pierced the robe the Old Ancestor bestowed on me!
Two souls had barely emerged before another stream of black qi swept them up and carried them