Just when he thought he was certain to die, the thing that had merged into his body suddenly blazed with Hong Guang, forming a protective barrier around him.
The withered hand seemed to have been scorched. The instant it touched Hong Guang, a cloud of black smoke rose from it.
The Demonic Cultivator's eyes nearly split with fury. This was already his second assignment. If he failed again, he scarcely dared imagine the punishment awaiting him.
Su Jiu's gaze darkened as she looked at the male cultivator.
Silver light flickered in the depths of Su Jiu's eyes. This male cultivator's destiny seemed very strange: half purple and half white. The white portion connected to the crown of his head, while the purple portion looked as though someone had forcibly poured it into him.
Yet after that bead entered his body, the purple portion's presence seemed perfectly natural as well.
Zheng Qilong still had not realized what had happened, but the hostile looks from those around him were plain to see.
In particular, some of those who had still hoped to make a wish now wished they could swallow Zheng Qilong alive and flay him for smashing the divine statue.
Through inner inspection, Zheng Qilong "saw" a small white Little Pearl spinning in his dantian. A layer of Hong Guang enveloped it, and that light seemed to be what had protected him just now.
As Little Pearl spun, he discovered that his meridians were also repairing themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Someone could not hold back and demanded angrily, "How are you going to compensate us for our Goddess statue?"
Zheng Qilong looked at the pile of broken stone behind him. Only then did he realize what he had crashed into.
Enduring the pain, Zheng Qilong forced