"To my surprise, there are actually Mystical Practitioners of Xuanmen here. You have some eye power to recognize the Flying Head Curse!"
Ban Cai Suanqiu made strange hand gestures and said ominously, "However, hehe, do you, a mere beginner at the Xuanhai Stage, really think you can contend with me, a Curse Master?"
With those words, Ban Cai Suanqiu changed his hand signs, and then all the wealthy elites whose bodies had been pierced by the Stone Talismans turned into Zombies, one by one, their eyes rolling back as they numbly stood up, gradually emitting an evil aura, carrying a faint stench.
"Hehe, a bunch of fools. If you had accepted my proposal earlier, Zheng Han, you might not have ended up like this!"
Standing next to Ban Cai Suanqiu and unharmed, Zheng Han sneered and said, "Now, just obediently become Master Ban Cai's Curse Bodies!"
