As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Li Che was surprised; just now, with the Angry Vajra Transformation and the Divine Weapon Shocking Spear, the Eight Consecutive Bone Crushing Spear Technique he employed was so powerful that even the flesh of Cao He, the Xuanmai Warrior, had become minced meat.

This mask... was actually intact?

Li Che picked up the mask.

The Thousand Analyzing Hands activated, and information flooded his mind.

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[Divine Weapon (Top-Grade Ten Cities): Angry Horse Face]

[Craftsmanship: Forged from Tenth Order Spirit Wood ”Horse Face Pine,” sculpted by a masterʼs craftsmanship, it can slightly enhance Wrath Divinity, alter oneʼs vibe, of extreme hardness, can preserve oneʼs appearance]

[In Charge: Forgers of Wrathful Divine Method, Cultivation as Riverlike or above]

...

Another Divine Weapon?

Even though it was only a Divine Weapon of the Ten Cities, it was still a Divine Weapon nonetheless, an extremely precious thing that could be called a Divine Weapon.

Li Che held a certain fondness for it, a mask that was a Divine Weapon... rare indeed.

He removed the Cute Cow Mask and replaced it with the Angry Horse Face, and Li Che indeed felt the flow of Divinity become smoother.

Quite magical, but the Thousand Analyzing Hands quickly analyzed the maskʼs craftsmanship.

With Li Cheʼs skill, he could easily recreate it.

”It could be an upgrade for my Cute Cow Mask.”

Li Che smiled slightly, then he turned his head to glance in the direction of the City Lordʼs Mansion.

He traced his finger through the curtain of rain before him.

A porcelain vial fell into his hand, he sprinkled the powder onto the corpse of the Cao He he had killed, slowly the body dissolved into a pool of blood, flushed away by the rain.

This was Corpse Dissolving Powder, personally formulated by Li Che with his Immortal Artisan skills; now it seemed to work quite well.

Indeed, a level 3 Immortal Artisan, truly skilled.

With a light tap of his foot, his figure shattered the wind and rain, disappearing without a trace.

...

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City Lordʼs Mansion.

The storm raged with thunderbolts flashing.

Light flickered on and off, casting shifting shadows within the dark tower.

Seated on a cushion.

In front of him lay a bowl of blood and a Statue of the Three-Eyed Wrathful True Lord Spirit Infant.

His palms came together, his body spreading entwining smoky trails.

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