Chapter 633: Chapter 632: Remnants of the Divine Race Chapter 633: Chapter 632: Remnants of the Divine Race This auction event generally satisfied everyone from the Great Skies Peak.

After the gathering ended, everyone else went back to the inn, preparing to pack up and return to the sect.

But Xu Zimei had not left yet when he was targeted by Monk Kuwu.

“You all go,” Xu Zimei waved his hand and said to Jiang Changsheng and the others.

“What about you?” asked Ye Xuan, worriedly, from the side.

“I’ll handle it,” Xu Zimei said.

Jiang Changsheng knew Xu Zimei’s strength and did not insist, while Lin Feng had already become dissatisfied and naturally wouldn’t bother.

Watching everyone leave, Monk Kuwu approached Xu Zimei and asked, “The Vein Skills?”
“Writing down every word is too troublesome, I can demonstrate while sharing my insights,” Xu Zimei said.

“You’d better not play tricks,” Monk Kuwu threatened.

Monk Kuwu brought Xu Zimei to a secluded alley in Huohuang City.

The alley was deserted, with an entrance on the left and a dead end on the right.

“I’m giving you two hours, if I haven’t learned it by then, I’ll kill you,” Monk Kuwu said.

“It won’t take that long,” Xu Zimei said, waving his hand.

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“Then watch carefully, this first technique of Ghost Zen Six Severings is called the Formless Achievement Method.”
As Xu Zimei’s voice fell, he waved his hands, and countless ghostly shadows surrounded him.

These ghostly shadows had skulls for heads and blood-soaked skulls that crawled out from the Sea of Blood, each one rushing towards Monk Kuwu like zombies.

Piercing screams echoed around them.

“What are you doing?” Monk Kuwu frowned slightly and asked.

“Didn’t you want to learn?

So, I’ll demonstrate it for you,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“This first technique corresponds to the eyes among the six senses of a person.

Don’t panic, all you see are illusions.”
“Illusion?” Monk Kuwu said warily.

The next moment, before he could react, the skulls had already furiously swarmed toward him, biting and tearing.

He tried desperately to avoid them, but the empty alley was now thick with skulls.

Surrounded by an army of skulls, it didn’t take long before he was torn to shreds by them.

From his hands and feet to his head and body, not a part was left intact.

A breeze blew and the skulls disappeared without a trace, leaving only Monk Kuwu’s stiff body in the alley.

He appeared unscathed, with no wounds to be seen, but his breathing had stopped, and his pupils were dilated, as if he’d suffered inhuman torture before death.

Xu Zimei walked over to the body, shook his head slightly, and sighed, “You wanted to learn, yet you couldn’t even withstand the first technique and died.

Pathetic.”
After he finished speaking, his gaze turned to the deeper part of the alley, “You’ve followed all this way, aren’t you planning to come out?”
As his words fell, a woman wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked out.

Xu Zimei recognized this woman; she was the same person who had bid against him for the bell at the auction.

“Who are you?” Xu Zimei asked.

“You don’t need to know.

Give me that bell from the Divine Race, or you will face grave danger,” the woman said.

“I would like to know, what kind of grave danger?” Xu Zimei asked with interest.

The woman in the bamboo hat snorted coldly and, too lazy to talk further, charged at Xu Zimei.

She was dressed in a gray robe, and the black cloth of her bamboo hat fluttered in the wind, as she gracefully moved her slender waist.

She struck towards Xu Zimei’s chest with a palm.

Xu Zimei looked on with a calm gaze, allowing the palm to hit him.

He also wanted to test to what extent this body, which had been tempered for a long time, had reached.

“Boom,” a palm strike exploded in front of Xu Zimei’s chest, golden Spiritual Energy swirling around the palm.

Xu Zimei stood unmoved on the spot, while the woman in the bamboo hat was sent flying backwards.

“Venerable peak, huh?

I thought you were stronger,” Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

However, when that golden Spiritual Energy had entered his body, the Prison Suppressor Demon Body within his own Divine Soul actually reacted with rejection.

“You,” the woman in the bamboo hat looked at Xu Zimei, somewhat surprised and at a loss for words.

“When did disciples of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect become so strong.”
“I’m actually a bit interested in you now,” Xu Zimei smiled and swung his right hand, a large palm pressed down.

Sealing all the Vein Gates within the woman’s body with the Creation Force.

But during the sealing, Xu Zimei could clearly feel that the golden Spiritual Energy cultivated within her body seemed to have a will of its own, striking against the seal forcefully.

And the intensity of the Spiritual Energy was still very high.

Xu Zimei slowly removed the bamboo hat from the woman’s head, revealing a face startlingly beautiful and breathtaking.

Skin as white and delicate as snow, seemingly fragile to the touch.

A tall and elegant nose, slender eyebrows, a lock of hair fluttering beside her ear and especially those eyes, like stars, like the bright moon.

Giving a refreshing, sublime, and stunning impression.

Despite wearing a grey robe, one could still feel her beauty, her body exuding a delicate and light fragrance.

“Tell me, who are you?” Xu Zimei asked.

The woman turned her head away, ignoring Xu Zimei.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak, I have many ways to make you talk,” Xu Zimei said dispassionately.

“For instance, I know a method of Soul Search which can strip your memories out.

Anyone subjected to Soul Search will end up imbecilic due to the damage to their Divine Soul.

Later, I can sell you to the brothel, and given your looks, you should fetch a good price.”
“You, shameless,” the woman turned her head back, angrily staring at Xu Zimei.

“I’ll ask only once, who are you?” Xu Zimei said.

“If I tell you, will you let me go?” the woman raised her head to ask.

“Yes, you are of no use to me,” Xu Zimei nodded.

“Divine Race remnant, Jiuyou,” the woman replied indifferently.

“Divine Race remnant, what is that?” Xu Zimei frowned and asked.

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“After the God-Devil War, the Divine Race was nearly extinct, and those of us remnants still have Divine Race blood within us,” Jiuyou explained.

“This world also had a great war caused by the Demon Race,” Xu Zimei frowned slightly and murmured.

He then asked, “What do you want with this bell?”
“After the God-Devil War, many treasures of the Divine Race were abandoned on the Divine Demon Battlefield.

It’s natural for us remnants to seek them out,” Jiuyou responded.

“Then why did you give up at the auction earlier?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Ran out of money,” Jiuyou replied very directly.

“How do you use this bell?” Xu Zimei took out the bell and asked.

“You can’t use it, the bell requires Divine Power to be infused before it can be used,” Jiuyou answered.

“Moreover, if I’m not mistaken, this bell isn’t just any Divine Race artifact.

It is one of the artifacts recorded in our clan’s annals.”