He knew that Bai Yujing was a place of great arrogance. Not to ntion the "patients" from the human world, even the ordinary mbers of the Sky Do Heavenly Fire Clan were looked down upon by Bai Yujing.
To be granted the seal of Bai Yujing, what else could Zhou Xuan be but a favored person of Jade Capital?
The Hall Master of the Ancient Hall heard this, promptly retracted the hands, and the entire Ancient Temple Space trembled with fear.
The Hall Master, like Ning Bukong, was also scared.
If Zhou Xuan were rely a master in the human world, it wouldn’t matter if he was decapitated—people from the human world find it hard to reach the Ancient Hall.
But Zhou Xuan was a person of Bai Yujing.
If Zhou Xuan had accidentally been slain just now, the Hall Master would be facing the entirety of Bai Yujing.
If that ancient city were to levy charges, how could his modestly-sized Ancient Hall withstand such fury?
"It really is a small fire pit, still fearful of authority," Zhou Xuan silently remarked.
He reached out his hand, using the Jade Token to lift Ning Bukong’s chin, and asked, "Earlier, did you say ’cheap person’?"
"This subordinate... This subordinate is blind to the heights of Mount Tai, what else could it be if not a cheap person?"
"Seeing the Bai Yujing token, you behave so honestly?" Zhou Xuan beckoned to Manager Liu: "How do you guys usually deal with those deceased people?"
Manager Liu gestured for a while, pointed to his hands and feet, and said, "Sever the hands and feet."
"Alright, use the thod you use on deceased people on Ning Bukong." Zhou Xuan said coldly.
"Master, forgive ! Master, forgive !"
Ning Bukong kept pleading, begging Zhou Xuan.
Yet Zhou Xuan remained silently indifferent, Manager Liu, normally subjected to Ning Bukong’s tyranny, naturally wouldn’t be lenient when cutting off this slave master’s limbs.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
The continuous muffled sound, Ning Bukong’s two arms had been severed.
Ning Bukong continued to plead loudly,
At this mont, despite having lost both hands, he had no thought of resistance.
It’s not that he didn’t want to resist; he couldn’t resist.
Zhou Xuan’s identity as a Dan Officer of Bai Yujing was already revealed, the Hall Master of the Ancient Hall also recognized the depths of his power. Despite receiving nurous benefits from the Zoroastrianism, he dared not trouble Zhou Xuan now.
Without the Hall Master’s backing, Ning Bukong, skilled only in alchemy technique, was no match for Zhou Xuan.
Ning Bukong was now utterly isolated. To save his life, he could only rely on Zhou Xuan’s "benevolent kindness."
"Master, Mr.... I do not understand the Bone Elder Sect’s Blood and Flesh Rebirth thod, leave my feet, leave my feet, I have recognized my mistake."
"You don’t know you’ve made a mistake, you are afraid."
Zhou Xuan swung his hand again, Manager Liu cut down with two more strikes, and Ning Bukong turned into a "human stick," lying in a pool of blood, wailing to the heavens.
And just then, Zhou Xuan took two steps forward, questioning, "Ning Bukong, where is your Secret Realm located in your body?"
The Secret Realm position for cultivators varies from person to person; so grow it on the chest, others on the feet.
Ning Bukong did not reply, continuing to mutter and plead.
Zhou Xuan said again, "Speak, tell where your Secret Realm is; if you tell the truth, I will show great rcy,
I, Zhou Xuan, never speak false words, emphasizing nothing but sincerity."
"Mr...."
"There’s only one chance, don’t miss it." Zhou Xuan continued calmly.
"My Secret Realm... is... is... in the abdon."
"That’s sensible, isn’t it? Answer what I ask, cooperate a bit, save everyone’s ti."
Imdiately Zhou Xuan plunged his right hand into Ning Bukong’s abdon, intent on seeing how many incense sticks Ning Bukong had.
His right hand, it was the Sukuna Hand, a trait of his body, not needing incense to activate.
The Sukuna Hand could reach into the opponent’s Secret Realm, even capable of breaking their incense.
But this ti, Zhou Xuan’s hand reached into Ning Bukong’s Secret Realm, searched for a while, but found no incense.
"No incense?"
Zhou Xuan asked himself, but soon he shook his head; an alchemist must have incense.
He searched again, speeding up the movent of his right hand. This ti, in Ning Bukong’s Secret Realm, he found a wiggling object.
Zhou Xuan pinched the object with his fingers and abruptly pulled it out, and Ning Bukong let out a scream, crying out loud, "My fire insect, my fire insect."
"Fire insect?"
Zhou Xuan carefully examined the object plucked from Ning Bukong’s Secret Realm, this object was none other than a white cricket...
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