Boom!
The Demon Sunflower descended over Zhao Wuji's head, wreathed in monstrous demonic energy!
This is bad!
Zhao Wuji's heart shook violently. Without a second thought, he struck with all his strength!
Astral energy surged in his palm, and a poisonous palm over ten feet wide slammed toward Liu Zonglin on a foul-smelling wind!
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
The poisonous palm collided with the Demon Sunflower. Instead of erupting in an earth-shaking explosion, it was swallowed whole by the flower's petals.
The black Demon Sunflower lost none of its momentum, continuing to bear down on Zhao Wuji's head!
Horrified beyond measure, Zhao Wuji felt the astral force within him run wild. Pain wracked his meridians, and he could not help screaming:
"This... this isn't a technique of the White Bone Sect!"
"Liu Zonglin!"
"You dare cultivate another art without permission, and even attack me? Aren't you afraid of the sect master's punishment?!"
"Hahahaha!"
At those words, Liu Zonglin threw back his head and laughed wildly.
Then his expression darkened. His eyes bloodshot and his beard and hair bristling, he shouted fiercely:
"Punishment?!"
"When that old thief Qiu Junshan tricked me into cultivating the Self-Sacrifice Spiritual Substitute Profound Mystery Curse, he should have foreseen this day!"
"I was nothing but a pill Qiu Junshan was raising for Hatred!"
"Once Hatred breaks through to the Innate realm, he'll use the Life-Bestowing Disciple technique to control me and devour me, helping him quickly cultivate his second divine ability and secure his footing in the Innate realm!"
"He wants to devour me, yet I'm not even allowed to resist?!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Hatred has already entered seclusion to break through to the Innate realm. He won't take a single step outside for five years!"
"In those five years, I'll destroy his foundations, shatter his prospects, swallow his