"Brother Peng." The remaining disciple of the corpse yin sect cried in alarm.
He was at the third level of the origin tempering and was only second to his senior brother Peng.
However, after seeing Xuan Ke's previous attacks, he had no confidence to win.
At this moment, he just wanted to escape before Xuan Ke had a chance to attack him.
Unfortunately, his senior brother was enraged.
His brother Peng couldn't stand the humiliation of his team getting killed by a mere first-level origin tempering realm cultivator.
"I will kill you today or my name isn't Wang Peng." He roared and a floating coffin appeared in front of him.
When Yu Nianzhen, Jiang Yue, and Xuan Ke saw the coffin, their eyes narrowed.
However, Wang Peng didn't care about their anger.
He opened the coffin and a terrible wailing came from within.
The sound was like the wailing of a thousand women, mixed in with the cry of a thousand babies.
