The Black Armor Bee Swarm dispersed into the night. The half-dead Nascent Soul in Jiang Yuebai's hand was tightly bound by vines, and together with Fake Chenzhou's body, they were dragged underground and vanished without a trace.
Jiang Yuebai stepped out from the shadows, fearlessly facing the Divinity Transformation Cultivator.
"Old man, borrowing my name comes at a high price. Are you prepared to pay the price?"
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator scoffed dismissively, sneering, "That depends on whether you have the life to back it up!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Divinity Transformation Cultivator struck suddenly.
Jiang Yuebai smiled, making no move to resist, as her entire being exploded into a puff of dust under the Divinity Transformation Cultivator's palm.
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator waved his sleeve to disperse the dust, "A fake body?"
