Chapter 84 - Wraith Style (2/2)

The pair was now staring daggers at the old man.

“Humph, the Body Tempering Pill was made by us, the Song clan, through a secret formula to join in the Hundred Pill Meeting. You think I’m just going to give it away?” The man snorted and a 1st-grade spiritual weapon appeared in his hand.

Zhuo Fan smiled in derision.

The Body Tempering Pill was a 4th-grade pill, useful in tempering one’s bones, and also useful in aiding a 9th layer Qi Condensation cultivator in breaking through to the Bone Tempering Stage. The only downside was that it could only be used once.

For the genius Zhuo Fan, who was worry-free about breaking through to Bone Tempering Stage, this pill was garbage. [And this crappy pill was made from a secret formula; what a bunch of weaklings.]

But the bloodshot-eyed old man thought otherwise.

“Ha-ha-ha, Song Yu, Song Qian, aren’t the two of you in the Bone Tempering Stage at such a young age thanks to it? Your third-rate clan, which seized the secret formula for a 4th-grade pill, is being too greedy. It’s best if you just hand it over.”

“Humph, we would rather die!”

Song Qian and Song Yu charged at the old man who did the same.

Bam!

From just a single palm attack, both of them drew wide arcs in the air trailed by their blood. Despite being in the same stage, the difference of 5-6 layers wasn’t something they could overcome.

“He-he-he, miss Song Qian, is this necessary? Be good and hand the pill and its formula. Are you going to force this old man into patting down the both of you?”

The old man eyed Song Qian’s enticing curves and let out lascivious laughter.

Song Qian glared with hatred but then sighed and looked at her brother, “Are you scared?”

“I am not!” Song Yu’s steeled himself.

“Then let us die together. At least the clan’s formula won’t land in that old bastard’s hands.” Song Qian made a downcast smile and raised Song Yu’s spiritual weapon to their necks.

This scene stirred Zhuo Fan’s heart, his mind drifting to the siblings in the Windgaze City. [They would’ve had the same ending if I wasn’t compelled by the heart demon at that time.]

Sighing, Zhuo Fan shot a leaf at the pair.

Whoosh!

Just when it was about to slit their throats, the weapon fell off her hands.

“Who’s there?” Both the siblings and the old man shouted anxiously.

“Is it really necessary to kill them over a 4th-grade pill?” Zhuo Fan stepped out of the tree line. The old man laughed, “Here I was nervous who might come, and it’s only a brat fresh into the Bone Tempering Stage.” He mocked Zhuo Fan.

“Kid, aren’t you a demonic cultivator? Everyone knows demonic cultivators are the most savage and ruthless bunch out there, and you have the cheek to preach me on mercy?”

“I’m not preaching mercy, but power.”

Zhuo Fan sneered, “Now that I have witnessed this matter, you can’t kill them.”

“Humph, with just you?”

The old man’s eyes glinted with malice as Song Qian shouted anxiously, “Little brother, run! Save yourself and forget about us!”

“Run? Too late.”

While Song Qian was urging him, the old man charged at Zhuo Fan with a snicker, “Kid, you only got yourself to blame for poking your nose where it does not belong.”

The siblings could only close their eyes to be spared of the horror.

Yet with a crisp sound, Zhuo Fan stood unfazed while the old man fell in a pool of blood, headless.

The laughing old man was dead in an instant and despite the others having smiles on their faces, their eyes were filled with terror.

They clearly saw how Zhuo Fan made a casual attack and popped the old man’s head.

“Monster!”

A scream echoed and the others ran for their lives. Zhuo Fan didn’t care about them and turned to leave.

“Wait!”

Song Qian called. Her eyes were in shock of Zhuo Fan’s immense strength despite similar cultivation levels.

It was as different as heaven and earth…