Could it be given by Uncle Second?
"Yan, is the Divine Sense Mark the old guy left on you still there?" After doing all this, Zhou Qing hurriedly asked. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelꞁire.net
Yan Xiaohu, not daring to delay for a moment, quickly closed his eyes to investigate. Moments later, he surprisingly discovered the mark had disappeared.
"It’s gone, what exactly happened?" Yan Xiaohu asked excitedly.
Hearing this, Zhou Qing let out a long breath.
This was truly a narrow escape!
"Old Four, watch out!"
The next moment, Yan Xiaohu, who was facing Zhou Qing, suddenly changed his expression.
He didn’t have time to think, his body instinctively moved to push Zhou Qing away.
But everything happened too suddenly, his action was still a step too slow.
A blood-red mark, carrying a thick scent of blood, instantly shot out from the billowing dust.
Like a blood-red lightning, carrying endless killing intent and coldness, it shot straight into Zhou Qing’s back.
Zhou Qing only felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his back violently, a sharp pain spread throughout his body, and he was uncontrollably thrown forward, landing heavily on the ground.
Immediately afterward, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
Yan Xiaohu’s face turned pale, and he ran madly towards Zhou Qing.
When he got to Zhou Qing’s side, he quickly squatted down, his hands trembling as he helped Zhou Qing up, his voice filled with a sobbing tone, anxiously asking, "Old Four, how are you? Don’t scare me!"
Zhou Qing panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, repeatedly waving his hand to signal that he could hold on.
Then, Elder Feng’s resentful voice rang out in the air.
"Damn thief, how dare you trick me? Even if you’ve cured the poison, you can’t escape! Before I die, I used the last remnant of my soul in the Spirit Severing Realm to cast the supreme Blood Curse of our race on you."
The voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld Hell, filled with endless coldness and hatred.
"Anyone who contains the blood of the Peng Blood Race in the future will be able to detect this mark within a hundred meters of you."
"By then, they will know that you are the one who caused my death. As long as the bloodline of the Peng Race persists, they will relentlessly pursue you until you die from the torment and fear of being hunted!"
Elder Feng roared angrily.
This made Zhou Qing’s face change dramatically, and he quickly circulated his Spiritual Power to investigate.
Soon, he discovered the blood-red mark emitting an eerie red glow in his sea of consciousness.
The mark seemed to be drawn by thick lines of blood, constantly wriggling and twisting, filled with ferocity.
The Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown in his sea of consciousness remained still.
After all, this Blood Curse hasn’t threatened Zhou Qing’s life yet. Unlike the previous burning Golden Crow Blood, the violent Suanni Blood, and the Corpse Spirit attempting to possess him, the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown would actively protect their master.
Right now, it’s just a marking imprint, so the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown didn’t react.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing’s face turned ugly. This old bastard dealt him such a blow before dying.
"Unwilling, so unwilling, that I, an elder, was tricked by an ant!"
Elder Feng, filled with endless hatred and unwillingness, shouted his last sentence, and then his voice stopped abruptly, completely dead and scattered.
"Go!" Seeing this, Zhou Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain, pulled up Yan Xiaohu, and quickly left the place.
In less than the time it takes to have a cup of tea, a spatial crack appeared above Spirit Skull Mountain.
Xuanyuan Shuo, his face stern, lips blackened, stepped out slowly.
His eyes showed a hint of fatigue, yet he carried an innate aura of authority.
After glancing at the huge abyss below, he slowly closed his eyes, quietly sensing the surroundings, and his face gradually showed a look of shock.
"Dead? Who did it? Are there other Spirit Severing Realm cultivators in the Eastern Domain?" he murmured to himself. Then, his terrifying Divine Sense began to spread out to investigate.
In a cave, Yan Xiaohu looked vigilantly at the cave entrance constantly, then hurried back inside.
Soon, he started to panic and paced back and forth in the cave anxiously.