Peacock's Inner Demon

"Jinggang?" Zhang Xiaohua curled his lip when he heard that. Dream Chaser did not pause in the slightest, immediately striking Yue Zhuoqun in the throat. A spot of crimson appeared.

Only then did Zhang Xiaohua smile at Yue Zhuoqun. "Who is Jinggang? How would I know? Never mind Jinggang—even Ligang or Wanggang. Since you've fallen into this young hero's hands, do you think I'd spare you?"

Yue Zhuoqun had been stabbed through the throat and was clearly about to die, yet after hearing Zhang Xiaohua's words, disbelief and unwillingness surfaced in his already rolling eyes. He seemed astonished that Zhang Xiaohua did not know who Jinggang was, and seemed infinitely grieved that he himself would die so silently and without a trace.

After Yue Zhuoqun fell to the ground with countless thoughts racing through his mind, Zhang Xiaohua took a jade talisman from his robes and struck it onto Yue Zhuoqun's corpse. A burst of flame immediately sprang up, and before long, the body had been burned away without leaving even a trace.

"Eh? What's this? Could this fellow have had some good treasure on him?" Zhang Xiaohua casually kicked through the place the flames had burned, checking for any clues left behind. But with that very first kick, he heard a crisp ring. Looking closely, he found a golden phoenix hairpin!

Zhang Xiaohua knew that the fire in the jade talisman was exceedingly tyrannical. It could burn all mortal objects; only certain magical artifacts of the Immortal Dao could not be damaged. When he took the phoenix hairpin in hand and swept it with his divine sense, he found its fluctuations obscure. His divine sense seemed to be bounced away by some sort of restriction when it entered. He was instantly overjoyed, thinking, *So this fellow came to deliver