The skeleton that had been dead for a million years suddenly raised its head, its emotionless voice echoing in the palace hall, the black dragon robe fluttering without wind, as a terrifying pressure rose from the skeleton.
The few people who initially wanted to snatch the Jade Seal stopped in their tracks simultaneously, their expressions turning serious, unwilling to be the first to step forward.
"Still alive?"
The old beggar stared at the skeleton, finding it absurd, yet examples of using secret techniques to preserve remnants of souls were not unheard of, thus he remained on full alert.
The other three were similarly cautious, but after raising its head, the skeleton remained motionless.
"Just a ghost long dead, putting on a show!"
The Taoist could not hold back, shouted harshly, and pointed forward with his sword; a flying sword full of spiritual energy attacked the skeleton from above him, its sword light wanting to shatter the skeleton to pieces.
