"Ha ha, foolish mortal. Struck by my curse power, even if you are an immortal-level Saint, your vitality will be gravely damaged, your soul will wither, and you will die from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. No matter how mighty your mana is, you cannot possibly block the power of curses. But I will not be careless again. This time, I will use all my strength to utterly destroy your Primordial Spirit, condemning you to eternal damnation with no chance of rebirth."
Curse-Slaying Demon Saint sneered. Its hands formed seals as it chanted powerful curse incantations.
"I curse you: may your soul scatter and your spirit disperse, never to be reborn."
"I curse you: may you sink into hell, never to recover through ten thousand tribulations."
"I curse you: may your flesh rot away and your lifespan run dry."
"I curse you: may misfortune hound you without end, a lone star cursed by Heaven."
One curse after another rang out. Faintly, the void trembled, as though an ancient god of curses were chanting, drawing forth the curse power lurking in the depths of space.
In an instant, these curse runes transformed into streams of gray curse power that burrowed once more into the depths of Xia Ping's sea of consciousness, seeping into his soul.
Boom!
Xia Ping's body shook. It was as though Curse-Slaying Demon Saint had carved a curse mark into his Primordial Spirit, and the curse power deep within his body erupted wildly.
At this moment, tyrannical curse power rampaged through his body. Vast gray currents seeped into every cell, like vicious ghosts devouring the energy within him.
At this perilous moment, the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline within Xia Ping began to stir. Provoked by this curse power, strands of Hell Golden Crow Flame rose