Zheng Yulan's entire body glimmered faintly with golden light. With a flash in her palm, a white jade bottle floated up, ripples spreading across its surface.
"You hid yourself deeply indeed. Had you not deliberately slandered Meng Chuan today, this old monk truly would not have discovered you."
Thinking back on how Cao Jin had always been conscientious and diligent, perhaps only the life-and-death crisis of the Purgatory Cult had made him unable to resist exposing himself today. Zheng Yulan felt both rueful and lingering fear.
How many human traitors like Cao Jin were there among the Martial Artists?
Buzz~
The mountain mist was assailed by a heat wave, rising and dispersing.
Golden light blazed. Cao Jin was bound in place by some unknown rule, unable to speak or move. He could only watch helplessly as a delicate hand descended upon his forehead.
"Hmm?!"
Cao Jin's eyes bulged wide, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling without end. Piercing agony exploded from between his brows, like flames tempering him, swiftly spreading through his entire body.
"Amitabha..."
Zheng Yulan let out a long sigh. An incomparably dazzling flame suddenly flared in her palm and slowly pressed down.
Puff—
Blood streamed from Cao Jin's seven apertures. His gaze scattered, and his soul was shattered as he died.
He died with his eyes open, his twisted expression filled with terror and intense disbelief.
Even in death, he could not understand how he had been exposed.
Was it because he had said a few extra words just now?
Clink, clatter.
Golden rings large and small fell to the ground and bounced away, striking the rock wall with crisp sounds. They rolled several times before smashing into the mud.
Cao Jin's corpse was swallowed by golden flames. The rain could not extinguish them, and they