The Black-Robed Elder gritted his teeth and struck the Black Long Spear with his palm.
"Bang!"
A muffled crash rang out, and the Black-Robed Elder's body exploded in an instant.
In that instant, his flesh turned into a cloud of black mist and burrowed into the Black Long Spear.
But Yi Chen had anticipated this. He grabbed the spear and thrust it toward the cloud of black mist.
The spear shuddered, then hurtled into the distance as though it had a life of its own.
The Black-Robed Elder's face was livid, his eyes filled with resentment. "You little bastard, just you wait! Once I recover, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Resentment and rage laced the Black-Robed Elder's voice.
Yi Chen sneered. "Old bastard, I'll be waiting!"
With that, Yi Chen vanished from where he stood.
The Black Long Spear continued flying onward.
In the blink of an eye, it had traveled ten thousand miles.
"Whew!"
Yi Chen drew a deep breath and cursed inwardly. Damn it, that old bastard really is cunning!
He had indeed considered seizing the Black-Robed Elder's Corpse Puppet Technique.
But upon further thought, there was no need.
After all, this world had far too many powerful cultivators. He could never contend with the Holy City alone.
He could have stolen the Black-Robed Elder's Corpse Puppet Technique.
However, he had not done so, because he knew what the consequences would be.
The Holy City would send hordes of experts to hunt him down, leaving him unable to take a single step!
That was the main reason he would rather abandon the Black-Robed Elder's Corpse Puppet Technique than risk stealing it.
Fortunately, his plan had succeeded.
"Whew, thank goodness I had the Golden Needle!"
Yi Chen took a deep breath, feeling much better.
"Old bastard, once