'To act so unscrupulously just because he has the Blood Immortal Sect backing him... truly detestable.'
Zixia Daoist's face was ice-cold as he sat cross-legged. He then spat out mouthful after mouthful of Essence Blood, muttering an incantation as dazzling Runes flickered into existence.
He then carefully took out a wooden box. The Essence Blood transformed into a crimson mist and seeped into the box with a soft sizzle.
HISSSSS...
A moment later, the wooden box opened. A wisp of green smoke, resembling a vengeful soul, drifted out. It had an ugly, infant-like face and thrashed about, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it let out a chilling, heart-stopping wail.
"Even if that little thief has disguised himself, I will use this Blood Infant Skill to hunt him down."
In that instant, Zixia Daoist's face aged considerably.
It was a Secret Technique that consumed one's lifespan, a method even he dared not use lightly.
