Lazy Daoist Has Nothing Left to Lose

Zeng Niu's fleshly body was destroyed, and now even the pocket-body where he had transferred his soul was sealed by the Myriad Souls Empyrean Prison.

Facing just one divine tribulation felt like a mountain of a challenge, but the fact that Zeng Niu would have to face three hundred of them meant he was as good as dead to Shao Peng.

There was no point in worrying about his sect brother anymore.

He knew there would be time to grieve later, but right now, it wasn't the moment for it.

'I have to survive this bastard!'

Sweat trickled down Shao Peng's face as he watched Liu Ming, who was yawning from exhaustion.

If someone had told Shao Peng that this young man could defeat and seal the essence soul of a Late Core Spirit cultivator in just two moves, he would have laughed in their face and called them a liar.