It was no exaggeration to say that Little Bad King possessed a cosmic-level talent for taking advantage of others.
After only a moment's thought, he had already figured out how to claim the Ten Thousand Bone Jar, a magic treasure used by criminals and now a piece of evidence, for himself.
"Ugh...!"
In the mountain woods, an expression of utter agony suddenly appeared on his face. His body trembled, and his knees buckled.
"Little Brother Huang, what's wrong?" Noticing something amiss, Sun Qingxue hurriedly asked.
Thud!
Without warning, Ren Ye dropped to both knees, clutched his hair, and wailed in pain and madness, "I am the Nine Heavens Mystic Venerable... wielder of the Heavenly Tribulation Method! Who in this world dares humiliate me, kill me... you blind insects!!! I'll tear you limb from limb... kill, kill, kill...!"
His sudden madness left the three Night Patrolmen and Sun Qingxue utterly bewildered, frozen in place and at a loss.
"The Mystic Venerable descends! Beneath Heavenly Tribulation, all turn to ash... Urgent as the Law Commands!"
Clutching his head, Ren Ye shook his hair wildly, shouting as he laughed and cried.
"Little Brother Huang, what exactly is wrong?!" Watching him anxiously, Sun Qingxue prepared to use the Cold Heaven Shuttle to channel Extreme Cold Qi into his brow and restore clarity to his divine soul.
"Ah!"
Ren Ye staggered this way and that, howling in pain while incessantly calling to the Heavenly Dao in his mind. Hurry, hurry, hurry! I want this Ten Thousand Bone Jar! Get on with it!
Boom!
Just then, a strange pulse of energy erupted from the star core in his abdomen, like a bottomless abyss slowly opening a crack.
Hum!
At the same time, the Ten Thousand Bone Jar, half buried in the damp soil, suddenly began humming