"Who is the tactless one trying to meddle in the affairs of the Corpse Refinement Cult!"
The leader of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators glared at Su Zimo's incoming group. His eyes were unblinking, resembling those of dead fishes, and his voice was sinister and murderous.
Another person said coldly, "Beasts, you had better scram far away. Otherwise…"
"Hehe, given Corpse Refinement Cult's supreme mystic classic, we can easily turn you guys into battle corpses and let you suffer a fate worse than death!"
"Is that so?"
Su Zimo raised his brow slightly. Nobody saw what he did but in a flash, he bolted into the Corpse Refinement Cult group like an arrow.
It was too fast!
The distance between both parties was not far to begin with.
Su Zimo's Inner Core and Golden Core were at perfected realm. When he circulated both cores together with his demonic and spirit energy alongside the power of his blood qi…