Xiao Chen slapped the Tiger Yao, sending it flying, then pushed Sha Polang aside. He took action himself, even carried back the old crow's coffin lid. If he was going to offend, he had already done so; what was there to fear about plucking one of its Divine Feathers?
He tossed the three-foot-long coffin lid aside and reached into the stone coffin with his hand.
"Back off, everyone back off!" The Old Skull was slicker than anyone, saying this as he fled, being the first to retreat to a distance.
The moment he probed into the stone coffin, Xiao Chen felt a wave of cold, eerie energy; his fingers seemed to have entered an ice cellar, with cold stabbing his five fingers like knives. For someone of his cultivation level to feel this, it was enough to demonstrate the strength of the eerie aura.
