Plucking the Tiger's Beard, Changes (3)

He was indeed getting a bit tired of studying ferocious beasts.

The large scorpion in front of Xu Qing had not yet died. Its eyes revealed fear and despair. In its perception, the human in front of it was incredibly terrifying. Moreover, it was being dissected while still alive.

The fluctuations here were all hidden and couldn't be sensed by the outside world.

Otherwise, that perfected Qi Condensation Skull Union cultivator would definitely be so frightened that he would go limp and regret entering this place.

"It's time to study the curse in these cultivators' bodies." Xu Qing mumbled inwardly. He then crushed the scorpion's head, ending its life.

At night, under the dim, dark sky, a black streak shot out from the apothecary, moving at astonishing speed. It was none other than the Diamond Sect's ancestor.

He controlled the god's fish bone and headed straight for the small faction where the person who came during the day was from.