Jia Ren, disguised as a somber old man, surveyed his surroundings. Upon seeing only one person, he immediately let down his guard.
"How many Ghostly Immortal Techniques of Golden Celestial do you possess?"
Ghostly Immortal Techniques of Golden Celestial?
Shen Wuliang's eyes gleamed with a touch of coldness. A golden Skull Head swelled to a hundred feet and suddenly flew towards Jia Ren.
"Who instructed you to do this?!"
"What exactly is your purpose?!"
"Once I extract your Ghost Immortal Soul, I will naturally uncover the answer."
He was resolute, ready to kill with a raise of his hand.
Jia Ren's figure flashed, arriving in front of the golden Skull Head. His hand shone with a black jade light. He formed a claw with his fingers, pressing them against the Ghost Immortal Artifact.
The hundred-foot-large golden Skull Head rapidly shrank to its normal size.
"Who are you?!"
Shen Wuliang realized something was amiss, and his expression changed slightly.
