The Corpse Ghost Daoist let out a long howl, his battle intent flaring even more intensely than before.
He had been resurrected from a corpse, and while he'd heard of Golden Cicada, his reverence for him was nowhere near as profound as that of others.
After all, Golden Cicada was a figure from a thousand years ago. By the time the Daoist was resurrected, Golden Cicada had long since fallen. Thus, he had never personally experienced the era of Golden Cicada's reign.
'In his eyes, no matter how strong Golden Cicada was, he was ultimately just a remnant soul.'
'As a Heaven-Reaching Realm expert, why should I fear a remnant soul? Besides, it's not like I don't have a few trump cards of my own!'
The Corpse Ghost Daoist's eyes turned crazed. "I happen to have a Secret Technique. If I can capture your remnant soul, I'm certain I can wring a great many secrets out of you."
