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"": "Luo Bin stood in front of the Three-Altars Taoist Abbey for a long time, unable to come up with a solution that would serve both ends.
No matter what, he could not give up the Three-Altar Yin-Slaying Sword.
Otherwise, he would resolve one deadlock only to make the other utterly hopeless.
Even if he killed Zhou Sanming that way, the Cloud Dream Taoist Grounds would be finished, and the Three-Altars Abbey Master would have no rivals left.
The wind grew ever more bleak, the temperature ever lower, the chill ever deeper.
Silence.
Apart from the wind, there were no insects chirping, not a single person in sight.
Either he really was this "perfect person" and would no longer directly stir ordinary Dao Corpses into action.
Or every being in the Ten Commandments Corpse Prison had gone to deal with Zhou Sanming?
There was one thing, though: Luo Bin still did not believe he was a perfect person.
There was only one explanation.
The so-called ten commandments caused the body or soul to emit a certain aura.
He carried a talisman from Mr. Mao that could shield him from anyone's schemes. Blocking such an aura would be even easier.
That was the reason for his "perfection."
Emotions were human instinct.
If someone truly had no emotions, could they still be human?
Was it possible that the Three-Altars Taoist Abbey had taken the wrong path altogether?
At that thought, Luo Bin's pupils suddenly contracted slightly.
"A stalemate?" he murmured.
In theory, Zhou Sanming was very powerful.
Someone who had achieved Yin Spirit Projection three times had to be stronger than someone who had done it normally.
The Three-Altars Abbey Master was only at real person peak.
Yet Zhou Sanming had not won.
The Corpse Prison