"Of course, you should know that there's always a higher mountain," said the Hawkeye Youth energetically. "Apart from the Corpse King, there are also the Corpse Tyrant and Corpse Demon. A Corpse Tyrant is considered the king of kings, and common folk can hardly bring them down."
"All right! Since you confessed truthfully, I'll let you off the hook."
Li Fei had made up his mind. He decided it was necessary to make a trip to the Ling Group in Liu City and find an opportunity to take out the dried corpse.
He withdrew the Evil Exorcism Sword from the Hawkeye Youth's neck, turned, and walked away. A sinister smile appeared on the youth's face, and quietly, he reached out with his right hand and flicked a silver needle. The tip of the needle gleamed with a blue light, as if it had been poisoned with something potent.
However, Li Fei had clearly seen his every move. The next second, with a puff noise, the silver needle pierced the forehead of someone—just not Li Fei.