Volume One, Chapter 289
Zhao Fu looked at the White Wolf Witch Curse and smiled faintly. Though it was not as powerful as the poisonous shaman power, it had its own peculiarities. If the shaman curses of every tribe were combined, what kind of shaman curse would they form?
Lang Qing asked in surprise, "Wu Ling, how did you do that?"
Those outside the sacred land were also exceedingly curious. How had Zhao Fu mastered the White Wolf Witch Curse so quickly? Could it be that he also possessed the bloodline of the White Wolf Tribe?
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "That's a secret. I'll tell you later."
Lang Qing did not press further. She smiled and nodded, then asked, "Where are we going now?"
Zhao Fu replied with a smile, "I want to find people from other tribes and take a look."
The two left the area. With Zhao Fu's powerful senses, they soon found a rather short young man.
The young man immediately grew nervous when he saw Zhao Fu approach. He knew who Zhao Fu was, and asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Fu smiled. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
Hearing that, the young man relaxed, but Zhao Fu stretched out a hand. The young man instantly felt a powerful suction force drawing away the power of his bloodline. He immediately panicked, but he was no match for Zhao Fu and did not dare resist. He could only watch as the power of his bloodline was extracted from within him.
Green light radiated around Zhao Fu as countless green curse runes emerged in the void. The runes gathered together and shifted continuously, forming a swallow condensed from curse runes.
The young man stared in utter shock and could not help crying out, "How do you possess