This was the only thing he could do for his master.
Not long after Ye Qinghong left, an old man with his eyes tightly shut emerged from the depths of the courtyard.
He was thin and small, his skin wrinkled.
He held an oil lamp that gave off a flickering light.
It was none other than the Ghost Lantern Sect Master.
At that moment, his back hunched, he swept his emerald-green eyes over the ground and caught sight of the corpses.
His expression grew even darker, and the Soul-Burning Lamp in his hand lengthened a little, as though it were alive.
"The God-Shocking Sword, Ye Qinghong-a woman in the one-leaf Dharmakaya realm actually dared run wild before my Ghost Lantern Sect. It seems that fiend really thinks he's invincible."
He murmured in an icy voice, swept a vicious glance over the disciples in the courtyard, and cursed them as useless.
He turned, returned to his room, and shut the door.
He placed the Soul-Burning Lamp before him, then took out the paper bearing the fiend's birth characters and set it alight over the flame.
The flame surged. His face was ashen, his eyes filled with madness.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. After reaching the ground, the blood actually began to wriggle, finally forming a bizarre array.
Once the array had formed, he gritted his teeth and, without the slightest hesitation, sliced a finger toward the space between his legs.
Then he gave a muffled grunt. Filthy black blood spread out, and his face turned deathly pale.
With a trembling hand, he then threw the severed kun into the array.
The array blazed with light, and he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Fiend, let's see whether you survive this!"
Chapter 150: Madam, Please Punish the Fiend Mercilessly! (Please