The Biggest Winner

"Ah—!"

A piercing scream like the wail of a night owl rang across the plaza.

Blood spurted from Old Ghost Xing's left shoulder like a fountain. The pain of his severed arm sank into his bones, twisting his old face into a savage, ghastly mask.

At that moment, he staggered back dozens of yards with difficulty. Enduring the sharp pain, he rapidly tapped with his right hand, using Dou Qi to seal the wound on his shoulder and temporarily stop the gushing blood. Yet his face was already pale as paper, and his aura flickered violently like a candle in the wind, weak to the extreme.

As a Soul Hall Venerable Elder, he stood high above others even within Soul Hall. He stared fixedly at the cold-faced Lin Ming in the distance, as well as the silent Heavenly Demon Puppet radiating a fatal threat. He was shocked and furious in his heart, while an indescribable fear spread through him.

He understood that in his current state, let alone seizing the Dou Saint remains from Lin Ming, even whether he could preserve his life under the joint pursuit of Lin Ming and that Bizarre Puppet was unknown.

I can't win... This thought coiled around his heart like an icy viper.

Yet an even deeper terror seized him at once—the Soul Hall Master's command! That lord had personally ordered him to bring the Dou Saint remains back!

Whenever Old Ghost Xing thought of the cruel punishment he would suffer from Soul Hall, especially from that Hall Master, should he fail this mission, his very soul trembled. It was hundreds, even thousands of times more terrifying than the pain of losing an arm!

No! I absolutely can't give up! I have to make one more attempt!

His instinct to survive and his extreme