"SKREEE—!!!"
The Hundred-Eyed Ghost Vine let out a piercing, miserable shriek.
Its core eye exploded, splattering a foul-smelling, black-green ichor everywhere. One by one, its ghastly white eyeballs lost their luster and fell limply to the ground, becoming silent.
"The Valley Master is mighty!"
Tan Fu roared with excitement.
Seeing this, Wei Dragon's gaze flickered away for a moment before he too started cheering loudly.
"What skill, Valley Master! A Ghost Vine that even ordinary Incense Masters would avoid at all costs, yet you killed it in a single strike."
"Is that so?"
Qin Xuan smiled faintly and patted Wei Dragon's shoulder.
A Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle silently dropped onto the back of his neck.
"Well said. Now, don't say it again. Your flattery is grating."
Wei Dragon shrank back, an embarrassed look on his face.
"Bring me that Hundred-Eyed Yin Vine. Be careful not to damage the root system,"
Qin Xuan instructed.
