"This man was bent on dying. He must have some contingency in place. Why not take some time to find it, Senior?"
Frog Daoist began speaking at length, his eyes exceptionally sharp. "Make him truly understand what it means to be worse off than dead. Then construct an illusory formation realm and let his Dao heart sink into ruin as he endures every kind of torment."
"Moo..." Black Bull sucked in a cold breath. So there were that many methods. They had been thinking far too simply.
"After driving him completely mad, enter the Immortal Tomb and sever the fortune of his descendants. Only then will this man's traces in heaven and earth truly vanish."
Though Frog Daoist spoke calmly, each sentence was colder and more vicious than the last. However, his voice hesitated slightly. "Senior, do you know how to arrange an Immortal Tomb... That path is far too elusive. Very few cultivators understand it."
"Ahem, I have an old acquaintance who dabbles in that path."
Chen Xun's mouth twitched. Without realizing it, why did it suddenly feel as though his connections had grown broader and broader over the years? He knew all sorts of peculiar figures in the immortal path.
Frog Daoist pondered. "Senior, leave this man to me. I'll have Little White Spirit call over a few little brothers. What the Desolate Heaven Domain lacks least are savage beasts of the wilderness."
"Toad."
"Please speak, Senior."
"Why haven't I seen your storage ring?"
Chen Xun had kept this question buried in his heart for a long time, but he finally asked it. "The things preserved from the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era must be quite valuable, right? You can use them to pay off your debt as well."
Good heavens!
Frog Daoist's eyes flew wide open. So