"You will answer exactly what I ask." Chen Yingjian’s lips curled into a cold smirk, his gaze malicious, cutting through the air like a blade toward the expert who lay collapsed on the ground, afflicted by the Underworld God Powder. Though a cultivator of the True Spirit Realm, the man was now shivering like a lamb headed for the slaughter.
"What... what exactly do you want?" He stared with wide, terror-stricken eyes.
Following the Lama’s panicked flight, his subordinates had scattered like birds and beasts, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation. Corpses lay strewn about, and the stench of blood hung heavy in the air.
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