Even as a rare cultivation prodigy, he would have to pay a huge price, like feeling "dead tired, muscle soreness."
Also, as Young Hero Duan roamed the Martial World, he relied on extraordinary wisdom, on his intellect. This kind of finding the way around destruction seemed to lack technical content.
So unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't use Plan B.
Suddenly, Murong jumped forward and said, "He touched my hook!"
Turning around, he saw a ghost standing there, seemingly not moving much.
But Murong was sure the other shamelessly touched his hook.
If it were a pretty girl, he might let it go, but this ugly ghost would not be forgiven.
Murong raised his hand, and with a swish, his Blood Shadow Mad Blade slashed down, chopping off half of the figure.
This is the punishment for being a creep!
At that moment, the ghost suddenly lifted its severed body and screamed, "My heart!"
The sound was piercing and carried a sort of manic desire.
"My heart!"
"My heart!"
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