With an angry shout, Ye Han turned his hand over, and the Ghost Skull Mirror appeared in his palm.
Ye Han formed hand seals and chanted an incantation. Runes wreathed in misty gray light swirled out of the Ghost Skull Mirror, which cast a beam of misty gray light toward one of the streaks of blood-red Escaping Light.
The blood-red escape light burst with a muffled bang as the misty beam struck it. Two skulls clamped their jaws onto the cultivator and hurtled out, spinning as they plunged toward the ground.
The black-clad man widened his eyes in terror. He was hundreds of feet in the air; if he hit the ground, he would be gravely injured even if he survived.
But no matter how he channeled his spell power to break free of the gray-light skulls, he could not escape. His heart sank.
Damn it, have I kicked an iron plate this time? How is he so powerful? And he has such formidable treasures...
The man shouted, "Fellow Daoist! This is a misunderstanding! We mistook you for someone else..."
But his answer was an incomparably fierce sword-ray that sliced straight through his throat.
His eyes widened, filled with regret. What rotten luck! How did I run into an expert like this? If I'd known, I never would have attacked...
This murderer and robber did not regret killing people for their treasures. He only regretted failing to discern his opponent's true cultivation and kicking an iron plate, which had gotten him killed...
Many cultivators were like this. When they tried to kill someone for their treasures and were killed instead, their only regret as they died was that their cultivation had been too low to kill their opponent-not that they had committed murder and robbery...
Meanwhile.
Ye Han fixed his