The smile on Xuanyuan Yuheng's face froze. With slightly trembling lips, he muttered, "Where is the Formless Prajna Sutra?"
It must be beneath the bones! He found his breath growing rapid, a nameless panic rising in his chest as he reached out a hand toward the skeleton.
"Die!" A figure in a purple robe flashed through the crowd and struck Xuanyuan Yuheng squarely in the chest with a palm strike.
Chapter 63