Forming a Corpse into a Tool

Ling Han rubbed his head, and asked, "Do you have no eyes, or do I indeed have no hair?"

The Buddhist Race was not a bloodline-specific group. As long as one was willing to convert, anyone could become a member of the Buddhist Race. However, if one wanted to join the Buddhist Race, the first step was to shave, and sever all his mortal bonds, signifying that he had let go of everything in the past.

Luo Xuan stared at Ling Han's hair. Who knows, Ling Han's hair may have been expedited by mystical power.

"This is real!" Ling Han was furious, and shot out a murderous aura attack towards Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan only felt a pain in his mind, and almost screamed out in pain. No matter how many times he sustained this kind of attack, he could not get used to it. It always caused him unbearable pain.

"I will make your death too horrible to look at!" he said through gritted teeth.