294 108 Spiritual Meridians (1)

"Who's there?" Chai Liang frowned and asked harshly.

Everyone also raised their guard and looked at the person with unfriendly eyes.

They had just been tricked, so they were wary of anyone who suddenly appeared.

The Corpse Sect disciples who had just been robbed of their prey were incomparably angry. Seeing someone quietly arrive at the top of the mountain, the leader, Yu Youquan, immediately snorted coldly. He threw out a bone nail and shot it at the rough man like an arrow.

His Cursed Bone Nail was a superior-grade enchanted armament. With his cultivation level, ordinary ninth-stage Bright Aperture Stage cultivators wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

However, the burly man didn't dodge at all. He only sneered slightly. Only when the Cursed Bone Nail approached did he suddenly open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dark red fog.