Liu Ming's mind raced, but without hesitation, he urged the spell, and the golden small sword disappeared into Black Nine's brow in a flash.
Black Nine let out a scream, his body went limp, and he toppled over; even the spirit hiding in his head was pierced and destroyed by the flying sword's shadow.
Then, with a flicker of the sword shadow, the golden small sword eerily appeared in front of Liu Ming and trembled incessantly with a low hum.
"Youngster, you've got guts, daring to kill in front of me. If you don't want to die a grisly death right here, restrain your magic power obediently. The Spirit-Nurturing Pills that have recently circulated in the markets all came from you, didn't they? Accept my restriction obediently, and I shall not dwell on what just happened," the fat old man said, his gaze chilling, yet he did not take immediate action, instead speaking slowly.
Liu Ming remained silent, his thoughts spinning rapidly.