Boom-
After a tremendous crash, three figures flickered across the night sky, trailing towering corpse qi and layer upon layer of ghostly shadows.
The deafening rumble left even the crowds still dispersing into the hills unable to keep their footing.
Mace in hand, Xie Jinhuan flew at full speed. Rather than helping Empress Dowager Guo, he summoned all his dragon-hearted courage and swept over the city, charging straight at Sikong Tianyuan on the sea cliff. With his Daoist cultivation approaching the Sixth Realm, his charge even conjured the phantom of a surging, roaming dragon around him.
Although Sikong Tianyuan had entered the Sixth Realm, he had never delved into the Demon Path, and, like Lu Wuzhen and the others, was only in its early stage.
If a martial artist at the peak of the Fifth Realm closed in and unleashed his full strength, killing him was not impossible.
But Sikong Tianyuan was a Gu Master. He was hardly going to take his staff into hand-to-hand combat with Xie Jinhuan. Seeing Xie Jinhuan charge alone, he immediately turned his right palm upward, revealing a bloodstained scrap of cloth.
The scrap floated in the air, utterly inconspicuous. But as Sikong Tianyuan recited a Spell Seal, flowing light emerged from his Vine Staff and coiled around it.
At that very moment, Xie Jinhuan, hurtling along like a Dragon Python, suddenly felt as though something had bound his limbs and even his torso. Not only did he stop abruptly in midair, but even his breathing and qi were instantly blocked and brought to a standstill.
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At the sight, Xie Jinhuan immediately realized the bloodstained cloth in Sikong Tianyuan's hand belonged to him, and had been taken to cast a Gu Curse on him.
Using old clothes, blood, hair, and the like to cast