Yuan Peng died before he could even draw his magic treasure. It must have been a fatal sneak attack.
'It must be Matsuo!'
Zhao Lin felt a chill. At the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, a cultivator's senses were sharp. Sneaking up on one for a surprise attack was incredibly difficult, yet Yuan Peng had died without a sound.
From this, he could tell that Matsuo must be proficient in some kind of presence-concealing Cultivation Technique, making him an expert at hiding his movements. Furthermore, his strength was formidable—he could end a fight with a single slash.
He scanned his surroundings to confirm no one was nearby, then his gaze returned to the corpse.
Yuan Peng's fist was clenched tightly, as if he were holding something.
Zhao Lin stepped forward and used his Moon-Cutting Saber to pry open his palm.
PITTER-PATTER...
Dozens of grains of Sponge Sand fell out. Upon hitting the seawater, they instantly expanded, turning into sponge-like clumps.
"A lure?"
