"Golden Core!"
"My Golden Core!"
Master Zhu watched in despair as his Golden Core was extracted, his body swaying as he uttered a cry of hopelessness. He wanted to rush forward to reclaim it, but was instead blown back by corpse qi. He stumbled a hundred feet before managing to steady himself, avoiding a fall.
Wen Jiu had no interest in delivering a fatal blow, merely adding, "If you like blocking the path, this is the price you'll pay."
The moment his words fell.
The two corpses swiftly flew towards the East Spring Undying Bone. The Fake Pill Cultivators of the Spirit Suppressing Army tried to intercept them, but they vanished within moments of pursuit. When they turned back, they faced a crowd of enraged loose cultivators.
And the despairing Master Zhu.
"Bah, serves you right!"
