Qing Chen seemed not to hear the rogue cultivator's and the nun's piercing wails;
His gaze shifted and settled directly on another evil monk from Lesser Cold Temple.
This evil monk had an uncanny Red Acacia Lotus tattooed on his chest. His teeth were chattering, and his whole body trembled.
He and the nun were dual-cultivation Dao Companions, both Named Disciples of Dharma Master Miao Xuan.
Ordinarily, the two ran rampant in Lesser Cold Temple, cultivating evil arts by harvesting the vital essence of rogue cultivators and lineage cultivators. Both had broken through to the Foundation Establishment middle stage.
Unfortunately for them, they had slipped up and been captured by Su Zixuan and her people.
"Spare me, Devil Lord! This humble monk was only following orders. Please show mercy, Devil Lord!" Scared out of his wits, the evil monk abruptly began pounding his head against the ground like a pestle pounding garlic.
Just then, a sharp blood spike flashed through the air and, with a pfft, drove straight into the small of his back.
The instant the blood spike pierced his flesh, it burrowed like a spirit serpent and vanished into his muscles.
The evil monk instantly doubled over like a venomous snake struck at its vital point, strange rasping sounds rising from his throat.
"What exactly did Miao Xuan have you do?" Qing Chen's voice drifted from behind his mask.
With that, he waved a hand. A streak of black energy lashed across the evil monk's back like a long whip, bursting into a cloud of blood mist with a crack.
The blood spike had already tormented the evil monk until his divine soul felt about to split. This heavy blow left him sprawled on the ground, unable to move.
Qing Chen said coldly, "Whichever of you speaks first,