281 The Mass Grave’s Treasures

Yun Jiuge might have lost all her spiritual power, but dealing with three hooligans was not a problem.

She snapped her fingers, and a handful of colorless, scentless Wind Powder drifted toward the short, muscular man.

The moment the powder contacted him, he trembled and knelt on the ground in fear.

"What did you do to me?" The man scratched uncontrollably. His arms were full of red marks from excessive and rough scratching, but he did not appear to feel any pain.

"All I did was send some Itchy Powder your way. You'll most likely die from itchiness if you don't receive the antidote soon!" Yun Jiuge deadpanned.

"Master, I was wrong to speak so impudently to you earlier. I didn't know my place. Please spare me!" The short, muscular man was in tears as he begged for forgiveness. He was able to adapt and change his behavior to suit whatever situation he found himself in.