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Common saying, if the sword exists, the person exists; if the sword perishes, the person dies. This shows that for a cultivator, their weapon is their life! Madame Ghost never imagined that her Skull Crutch, which she treated as precious as her own life, could be so easily snatched away by mere humans.
Moreover, this human was in her cauldron where she was making soup!
"You, deserve to die!"
Fury, boundless rage, Madame Ghost had never been so furious, not even when her master, Heavenly Slaying Lord, was severely injured and his true form sealed away.
"I want your life!"
A long howl came from outside the cauldron, only to see Madame Ghost emitting a black light all over, chanting under her breath, a profound and mysterious power emanating from her, directly entering the Skull Crutch inside the Giant Cauldron.
At this moment, Lin Hao was playing with the Skull Crutch, when suddenly, that profound and mysterious power transmitted through the soup, making Lin Hao frown.
