'Two...Two hundred Yin-Yang corpses within merely three months, oh god!' The hearts of the four Yang realm experts immediately sank, their expressions unsure.
Zhou Yi coldly glanced at them and gave a cold snort, but his eyes suddenly lit up as an idea sprang up in his mind and he dispatched an inkling of his divine sense into a jade slip.
One of the yang realm cultivators clenched his teeth and replied with a heavy heart, "Respected Elder, with all due respect this order of collecting 200 Yin-Yang corpses within just three months is...." the yang realm cultivator didn't dare finish his words. His eyes warily looked at Zhou Yi, noticing the elder's mild expression the cultivator garnered courage.
F*ck the police!
..had to get it out.