Sheng Nian's five fingers clasped the Demonic Cultivator's skull, a dark red blood-glow emanating from his palm.
As the Soul-Searching Secret Art operated, the Demonic Cultivator's previously twitching body suddenly quieted down, and blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices.
"Hehe, just as I thought."
A moment later, Sheng Nian flung the Mo Xu Cultivator away, dispelled his Devilish Qi, and muttered to himself.
The Corpse Puppet A Yuan stepped forward, picked him up, casually killed him, and went off to dispose of the body.
"Those people from the Seed Demon Path, at their age, are still playing these tricks."
Sheng Nian sat down on the stone stool with a grand posture, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Song Yan said with a hint of disdain, "Speak quickly, don't just ramble on by yourself."
"Most of the Mo Xu Cultivators here are Cultivators from the Seed Demon Path."
