A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5503

For a moment, the Soul Gathering Altar was filled with cries of gratitude. The monks surrounded the golden-robed monk, eager to become his disciples.

They regarded him as their savior, unaware that they had fallen into an abyss of no return.

The golden-robed monk waved his hand with feigned humility, but a subtle glint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

These people had lost part of their souls, and the smooth flow of spiritual energy was merely a temporary illusion. Soon, they would find their cultivation declining, even their spiritual intelligence impaired. By then, they would have become mere “nutrient” for the soul urns.

He pondered this inwardly, a smug sneer playing on his lips.

“Foolish.”

From the corner, David’s voice, tinged with cold sarcasm, reached the ears of the crowd.

His voice was like a thunderclap, shattering the false harmony of the Soul Gathering Altar.

The monks fell silent, turning to look at David, their faces darkening.

back. The bearded man roared, “You traitor again! What’s your business with our breakthrough? Are you

golden-robed monk. His

monk’s

feigned bewilderment. “What are you talking about, Daoist? What Soul Urn?

as he quietly retreated, his hand reaching for the communication talisman at his

notify the Sixth Palace Master. A moment’s delay would allow him to

in his heart, hoping that the Sixth Palace Master would arrive as

David sneered, and his figure

a ghost, making it

reappeared, he was already standing in the center of the platform, his right hand

and precise,

folding fan and slapped David on the back, shouting, “Fellow Daoists! This traitor is trying to steal the temple’s treasures! He’s destroying your

of David, were instantly

of stimulant, more than a dozen monks simultaneously charged at David, their magical instruments unleashed. Though

emanated a tremendous