Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf

Zhang Xiaofan hurried onward, and before long, he was only a hundred li from the Corpse Demon Sect.

At such a close distance, it would take a Golden Core cultivator only a few dozen breaths to arrive.

The tension Zhang Xiaofan had been holding gradually eased.

All along the way, he had worried that Extreme Yin would change his mind and suddenly appear to kill him halfway there.

Zhang Xiaofan stopped at the foot of a secluded mountain. After spreading out his spiritual sense and confirming that no one was nearby, he circulated his spiritual power and fiercely struck his own chest with a palm.

"Pfft!"

Blood mixed with fragments of unidentifiable organs spewed from his mouth, staining a large patch of his robes red.

Zhang Xiaofan's aura instantly became weak and listless.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered toward the Corpse Demon Sect's mountain gate.

The deaths of Lu Cang and Lu Chan would surely have drawn the Corpse Demon Sect's attention.

If they failed to find the murderer, the Corpse Demon Sect would sooner or later suspect him.

Therefore, someone had to take the blame for Lu Cang and his daughter's deaths.

And in Zhang Xiaofan's view, no one was better suited to bear that blame than Extreme Yin.

Extreme Yin had originally been a traitor to the Corpse Demon Sect and harbored deep hatred for it. It was perfectly plausible for him to ambush and kill Corpse Demon Sect cultivators.

Besides, Extreme Yin was strong enough. After all, he possessed a peak third-rank corpse puppet.

The only flaw was the Image-Recording Stone in Extreme Yin's possession.

He had never imagined that Song Wen had secretly used an Image-Recording Stone to record the process of him killing Lu Chan.

However, Zhang Xiaofan's