Lu Qian drew a deep breath.
Six Black Heavenly Yakshas, formed from the bone relics of half-step Celestial adepts of the Buddhist order.
They had been half-step Celestial during life; after death, by Buddhist rites, with the relic-bones of high monks, at the very least they could exert power near the peak of the "Illuminating Void" grade.
Then they were forged by demonic methods, and the refinement had taken three thousand long years… the true combat strength of these six Black Heavenly Yakshas might well match the half-step Celestial level.
To be able to command six half-step Celestial Black Heavenly Yakshas…
This bald man who kept calling himself “Senior Brother Fahai” — how strong was he truly?
Lu Qian had ten thousand choice words burning to be said.
Jinkeng kept howling under the shelter of the relic-light, shrieking and begging Lu Qian for his life.
The fellow wasn’t stupid; whatever Lu Qian could think of, he had thought too — six Black Heavenly Yakshas forged from half-step Celestial monks’ bones… that force would be enough to raid a branch of the Baoguang Pavilion stationed in the Yunluo Ancient Kingdom, even enough to assassinate Yun Wusi, the ruler of Yunluo Ancient Kingdom.
And yet they were using such might to go after him — a mere Jinkeng!
Jinkeng felt the same as Lu Qian.