"No, how is this possible? Where is my Slashing Immortal Skill?"
"Where is my Immortal Panel?"
"Where is my Path to Immortality?"
"No!"
Zhang Tu let out a sharp scream, his eyes filled with panic and a sense of helplessness like an ordinary person.
The next moment.
Whoosh!
A black dagger flashed by, severing a large head that soared into the sky. The face on the head still held an expression of disbelief, panic, and the deepest despair.
This panic was not like that of a cultivator but more like an ordinary person.
Boom!!
A flash of black lightning shattered Zhang Tu's head into pieces.
At the very next instant.
Two things happened.
First.
In the blood fog from the pulverized head of Zhang Tu, a rune emerged. At first glance, the rune looked like a three-legged silver tripod the size of a fingernail.
The rune flew out of the blood fog and landed on the grey slave in an instant.