"Red River Spirit Blood?"
Nie Yun, hidden outside the wall, had no idea what it was and made no move, merely knitting his brows slightly.
It seemed this Brocade Buckle was exceedingly precious; otherwise, it would not have caused a mid-stage Emperor Realm expert to lose his composure so badly. But... none of that had anything to do with him. He was here to find Tantai Lingyue. As for this so-called Red River Spirit Blood, he had never even heard of it, much less knew what it did. Naturally, he would not risk himself for something unknown.
"Brocade Buckle..."
The shadow bit his finger and pressed it against the Brocade Buckle in his palm.
Buzz!
A flash of light flickered above the Brocade Buckle and absorbed his blood. The shadow stared intently at the object in his palm. Confusion first filled his eyes, then his expression darkened.
"A fake... It's actually a fake! Damn it!"
With a roar, as though he had suffered some enormous deception, the shadow turned his brows—seemingly ready to burst into flame—toward the restrained Zhu Hong. The thick killing intent in his gaze was impossible to conceal.
"What do you mean, fake?" Zhu Hong jumped in fright.
"You know perfectly well. Where is the real one? Otherwise, I'll slice the flesh from your body piece by piece and leave you with nowhere to be buried!" the shadow said coldly. His voice was like Yama of the underworld, enough to make one shudder.
"I... I don't know... I only had this one. There aren't any more!" Zhu Hong had apparently not expected the Brocade Buckle in his hand to be fake either. His pupils contracted as he hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Stop playing tricks with me. It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"