"Ah~~~" Fan Qingmu only had time to let out a scream before a jet-black aura sprang from his heart and swiftly spread through every part of his body. As the black aura emerged, chunks of rotten flesh fell from Fan Qingmu's body along with a nauseating stench.
Fan Qingmu's corpse remained standing. Amid the eerie patter of flesh striking the ground, his ghastly white bones were exposed in no time!
"Potent poison..." Xiao Hua, standing at a distance, immediately narrowed his eyes. His heart clenched as he thought this, then he swiftly looked toward the entrance of the hall!
Fan Qingmu was dead! His pressure immediately vanished, and the Lanli Sect disciples became animated at once, delight appearing on their faces. Quite a few shouted, "Manor Lord Hu, quickly open the formation!"
Meanwhile, the sole remaining disciple of Lingpei Mountain Villa in the hall quietly put away the small triangular banner and rose coldly to his feet. He looked toward the hall doors and was about to speak. At that very moment, with a swish, the hall doors indeed opened. A dark, indistinct object was hurled inside and landed atop the table at the head of the hall with a dull bang.
"Ah???" The disciples in the hall were all cultivators; how could they fail to recognize it? That dark object was none other than the head of Manor Lord Hu of Lingpei Mountain Villa!
"Manor Lord Hu???" Many disciples cried out in alarm, terror showing on their faces. Unlike the others, however, the Lingpei Mountain Villa disciple wore a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. Yet when he heard the voice from outside the hall, an expression of utter astonishment appeared on his face.
"Hehe, let this old man see just how much effort Hu Ming has