Chapter 5496

“There’s a snooper!”

Scarface roared, pulling out a black chain and swung it fiercely toward Humazi’s hiding place.

The chain had barbs and was shrouded in a black mist. If entangled, their souls would be sucked away, a fate more terrifying than death.

Humazi didn’t dare to fight and turned to flee.

But the white-robed monk was extremely fast. He swung his sword repeatedly, shooting out flashes of light like golden meteors at Humazi, forcing him to dodge repeatedly.

Each dodge put him in danger, and his clothes were ripped several times by the sword energy.

“Catch him! Don’t let him get away!”

Scarface and his men gave chase, the black chains weaving into a vast net in the air, enveloping Humazi. The chains exuded a sickening aura, like shackles from hell.

Humazi pulled out a talisman and threw it to the ground without hesitation. Golden flames instantly exploded, the scorching heat distorting the surrounding air.

The flames were like angry beasts, forcing back the pursuers.

Hu Mazi took the opportunity to sneak into an alley. This alley was even narrower, with walls almost touching each other. He could only move forward quickly by leaning sideways.

But after running a few steps, he bumped into someone.

“Brother, why are you in such a hurry?”

The man was wearing a coarse robe and had a gentle smile on his face. He looked like an ordinary passerby.

But Hu Mazi felt a familiar breath from him, a breath that belonged only to the temple!

Hu Mazi was startled and turned around to run.

But the man raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, his smile instantly turned cold: “Since you are here, just stay. Let me ask you what you heard.”

Hu Mazi felt his shoulder numb, and a strange force penetrated into his body through his shoulder, suppressing his cultivation.

His body seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain, unable to move. Scarface and the white-robed monk also caught up and surrounded him.

“So you are just a casual cultivator, and you dare to spy on the affairs of our temple?”

The white-robed monk pointed his sword at Hu Mazi’s throat. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, as if it would pierce his throat at any time. “Tell me! Who are you? Why are you secretly spying on the affairs of our temple?”

Hu Mazi gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

He knew that if he told the truth, not only would he not survive, but he would also die a more miserable death.

Seeing this, Scarface took out a black dagger with dark red lines wrapped around it. The lines seemed to be alive and kept wriggling.

“You won’t tell me? Then don’t blame us for using the ‘Soul-Eating Dagger’ to let you taste the feeling of having your soul peeled off bit by bit!”

Scarface said viciously, shaking the dagger in front of Hu Mazi’s eyes. The cold blade made Hu Mazi’s scalp numb.

The cold light of the Soul-Devouring Dagger was only three inches from Hu Mazi’s brow, its icy edge seemingly piercing his very soul.

He could even clearly sense the soul-devouring, chilling aura emanating from the dagger, like a beast lurking in the darkness, poised to devour him at any moment.

Every hair on his body stood on end, each one a signal of terror.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, threatening to burst through, each beat tinged with the fear of death.

At this crucial moment, a streak of golden light suddenly shot from the alley entrance, exploding like thunder in the silent air, striking Scarface’s wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

“Crack!”

A crisp, piercing sound of bone cracking echoed, a sharp, piercing sound like the knell of death.

Scarface’s Soul-Devouring Dagger fell to the ground with a resounding clang, a resounding abruptness in the tense atmosphere.