With a cold snort, Li Su tossed aside the food in his hand and moved in an instant.
He was incredibly fast, racing straight in a certain direction!
After all, this kind of technique had little concealment to begin with. Curse-killing—unless it was on the level of the legendary Nail-Head Seven Arrows, where one's three souls and seven spirits could be shattered without them ever realizing it—
Otherwise, most curse-killing arts could not only be sensed immediately, but even counterattacked on the spot.
Without a doubt, Li Su could naturally do that.
Don't let the fact that he was merely at Foundation Establishment, with a low realm, fool you.
His soul was incomparably powerful, and extraordinarily abnormal.
Not to mention his mana.
The power refined by absorbing Earthly Baleful Qi had been prepared from the outset to deal with Golden Core-level experts.
To other cultivators, this curse-killing technique might be a huge problem, a deadly calamity.
But to Li Su, this was fucking nothing but a joke from beginning to end.
If they came at him openly and clashed with him head-on through sheer strength, then sure enough, under the current circumstances in Heavenly Moon Grotto, there were quite a few people who could give him a headache.
But using such insidious methods could only be called brandishing a broadsword before Guan Gong.
When it came to curses, was there anything in this world more poisonous than the poison of Earthly Baleful Qi?
No!
This was a terrifying poison that would utterly scatter the souls of immortals and mortals alike so long as they touched even the slightest trace of it, leaving them no chance whatsoever of reincarnation.
It could be said that the righteous path disciples ought to be burning incense in gratitude that Li Su had not used