Skull Death Squad

"Island Master, that fellow Ning Jin is incredibly arrogant and holds no shred of loyalty toward our Skull Island. When some of us went to reason with him, he actually launched a massacre against us; I nearly died by his hand."

Luan Qing refused to give up, concocting a new reason to lobby True Person Skull Ghost.

True Person Skull Ghost's withered skin twitched suddenly. He turned slowly, his aura frigid, and stared at Luan Qing with an expressionless face: "Are you saying that none of you were his match, and that you yourself nearly lost your life?"

Seeing the Island Master turn around and appear interested, Luan Qing's heart surged with excitement: "Yes, that is exactly it, Island Master."

"Then, what level do you think this person's Body Cultivator cultivation has reached?"

True Person Skull Ghost asked.

"He has the strength of a half-step Nascent Soul," Luan Qing said after careful consideration.

"Mm, not bad."

True Person Skull Ghost's eyes brightened sharply.

In half a year, he would be absorbing the Ghost Heart Grass to cultivate the Divine Sense Wave technique. At that time, the Silver Phoenix Palace would inevitably launch a massive invasion of Skull Island. If this Body Cultivator were truly powerful, he could be of great assistance.

A Body Cultivator comparable to a half-step Nascent Soul realm was something even a first-layer Nascent Soul cultivator would fear.

Once closed in upon, the outcome would be severe injury at best, and death at worst.

Watching the gleam in True Person Skull Ghost's eyes, Luan Qing suddenly felt like a clown. He wasn't stupid; in that instant, he understood the Island Master's intentions.

"Damn it all..."

Luan Qing wished he could tear his own head off and kick it away.

He had once again been too clever for