The elder with the pencil mustache suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhou Xuan in terror.
"You... you're..."
He finally realized who the young man in azure robes before him was.
In all of Central Province, only one man dared speak like that and possessed such formidable strength!
The master of the Immortal-Burying Abyss!
The mighty being who ordered the Old Ancestors of the Seventy-Two Immortal Veins around like dogs!
"Spare me, Token Master!"
The mustached elder broke down completely. He kowtowed frantically, smashing his forehead against the shattered bluestone paving slabs until blood streamed down his face.
"Token Master! I was wrong! I'll never dare do it again!"
"Old Ancestor Taichu ordered us to do all of this!"
"He said that as long as we gathered more scrap, you wouldn't blame us!"
"Please spare this worthless life of mine!"
Zhou Xuan ignored his pleas.
He slowly raised his right hand, a strand of pitch-black turbid qi coiling around his fingertip.
The instant that strand of turbid qi appeared, the surrounding air hissed as it was corroded.
The sight of it nearly frightened the mustached elder's soul out of his body.
"No... don't..."
Zhou Xuan flicked his finger.
The strand of turbid qi instantly sank into the mustached elder's dantian.
Pfft.
A muffled sound rang out.
The mustached elder's dantian qi sea was instantly corroded into nothing by the turbid qi.
His Spirit Transformation Stage cultivation, painstakingly built over centuries, vanished completely in that moment.
"Ah—my cultivation!"
The mustached elder let out an agonized scream and rolled wildly in the muddy water.
The pain of losing his cultivation was worse than death.
But it was not over yet.
Zhou Xuan made a grabbing motion with one hand.
A powerful suction instantly enveloped the mustached elder's head.
The mustached elder's