The Yin-Patrolling Judges held considerable power within the Yinshan Sect, second only to the pontiff and the two venerables, Burial Earth and Death-Crossing.
Throughout the Yinshan Sect's history, there had been as few as four Yin-Patrolling Judges, and never more than eight.
The black-robed Yin-Patrolling Judge who had cast the Blood Marrow Entangling Silk Curse was also a fighter approaching the very pinnacle. When facing enemies in the past, he had rarely met his match even without his curses, relying on his martial arts alone.
It was precisely because he possessed both exquisite martial skills and curses that killed without a trace that he had dared scheme against the Myriad Calamities Daoist despite knowing his record.
So what if he was a Grandmaster?
A Grandmaster was merely a top-tier fighter with greater combat strength, capable of matching three or more others. His fundamental nature had not changed; he was still flesh and blood.
Anyone human could be plotted to death.
Curses were, by their very nature, a means for the weak to defeat the strong.
Yet a sight that horrified the black-robed Yin-Patrolling Judge unfolded before him.
The Myriad Calamities Daoist's blood and vital energy blazed like a furnace, scorching as the blazing sun. The instant the Blood Marrow Entangling Silk Curse struck him, it vanished like ice and snow exposed to the fierce sun, dissolving into nothing.
What followed was pressure like an overturning mountain, pinning the judge so firmly that he could not move.
His eyes widened. As he watched the Myriad Calamities Daoist clench his fist, seemingly accompanied by the glorious might of heaven, every hair on his body stood on end. Every part of him screamed a warning of danger.
He let out a furious roar, his face twisting savagely as he stirred his blood and