"Ascending to immortality isn't easy. It takes the right timing, the right place, and the right people. Lord Tang may have known the secret between the Water Dragon King and the Spirit Shrine all along. He deliberately disguised himself as a Black Serpent to avoid being rejected by the shrine. Unfortunately for him, the corpse he'd been controlling turned the tables on him."
Gao Ming stared at the Deep Pool. "It's not that retribution never comes; its time just hasn't arrived. But I keep feeling that old bastard isn't dead yet."
Lord Tang's body was nowhere to be seen, and none of his clothes floated on the water. He had most likely slipped back into hiding.
"The Butcher's knife carries a lot of baleful qi. One hit would either kill you or leave you badly wounded." Slowly shifting his gaze, Gao Ming looked toward the woods nearby. The cleaver had flown out from there earlier. The Butcher's hiding place was very close to him.
"After Zhu Ren refined away his own Killing Intent in the Alchemy Room, he became even more devious. But I'm curious—how many knives does he still have?" The Butcher had a fixed set of tools for slaughtering pigs. One knife was lodged in Gao Ming, another was "in" Lord Tang. He didn't have many weapons left.
Leaves stirred, and a figure slowly emerged from behind the thickest tree in the Dense Woods.
"Is that the Butcher?"
Walking over dead leaves and scraps of spirit money, he dragged a nearly two-meter-long Butcher's Cleaver with a deathly pale hand. The blade radiated a chill, forming a stark contrast with its wielder's gaunt body.
Gao Ming could feel Deer trembling, the fear passing into him as well. "This is what the Butcher's true body looks like?"
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