"Nothing much. I'm merely carrying out Xuantian Tower's orders!"
The Ghost Child Clan member before Luo Yi was certain to die, but Luo Yi remained cautious. He made up an excuse to fob him off.
Hearing those calm, emotionless words, the Ghost Child Clan member stared into Luo Yi's untroubled eyes, one black and one white. At last, despair swallowed him whole.
He fiercely burned the demon blood throughout his body, pouring the full force of his cultivation—which had long since reached the peak of the Mahayana realm—through his arms.
He hoped to seize this chance before he died and strike the ruthless man from Xuantian Tower.
But when his arms, tipped with razor-sharp claws, slammed into the body beneath the middle-aged man's Daoist robe,
they failed to budge that seemingly fragile body an inch. Instead, a muffled crack rang out as the bones in both his arms shattered.
Even burning his vital blood did the Ghost Child Clan member no good against such an overwhelming gap in strength.
Still, with this his only hope of survival, he could do nothing but swing his fists with all his might.
He kept going until the tremendous force rebounding from each blow left his fists as bare white bone, without a shred of flesh.
As though he had accepted his fate, the Ghost Child Clan member closed his eyes. His arms dropped instinctively toward the ground.
"Are you finished?"
Watching the Ghost Child Clan member give up his attack, Luo Yi shook his head calmly. Then he thrust out a slender, fair-skinned hand and sent the man, who had lost all will to fight, to his death.
At the same time, horror and fear filled the eyes of the surviving Ghost Child Clan members who witnessed the scene.
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