<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5496</h2>


    “There’s a snooper!”


    Scarface roared, pulled out a ck chain, and swung it fiercely in the direction where Hu Mazi was hiding. The


    chain had barbs and was wrapped in ck mist. Once entangled, the soul would be sucked away, which would be a more terrifying ending than death.


    Hu Mazi didn’t dare to fight and turned to run.


    But the white-robed monk was extremely fast. The long sword in his hand kept swinging out sword light, shooting towards Hu Mazi like a golden meteor, forcing him to dodge again and again.


    Every time he dodged, he was in danger, and his clothes were cut by the sword energy.


    “Catch him! Don’t let him get away!”


    Scarface and his men chased after him, and the ck chain wove arge in the air, covering Hu Mazi. The chains exuded a sickening odor, like shackles from hell.


    Hu Mazi pulled out a talisman and tossed it to the ground without hesitation. Golden mes instantly exploded, their scorching heat distorting the surrounding air.


    Like an angry beast, the mes drove back the pursuers.


    Hu Mazi took the opportunity to dive into an even narrower alley, where the walls were almost touching, forcing him to move quickly sideways.


    But after only a few steps, he bumped into someone.


    “Brother, what are you doing in such a hurry?”


    The man, dressed in a coarse robe and with a gentle smile on his face, looked like an ordinary passerby.


    But Hu Mazi sensed a familiar aura from him, an aura unique to the temple!


    Startled, Hu Mazi turned and tried to run.


    But the man raised a hand and pressed his shoulder, his smile instantly turning cold: “Since you’re here, stay. I’ll ask you what you heard.”


    Hu Mazi felt his shoulder go numb, and a strange force prated into his body through his shoulder, suppressing his cultivation.


    His body seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, unable to move. Scarface and the white-robed monk also caught up and surrounded him.


    “So you are a casual cultivator, and you dare to spy on the affairs of our temple?”


    The white-robed monk pointed his sword at Hu Mazi’s throat. The tip of the sword shed with a cold light, as if it would pierce his throat at any time, “Tell me! Who are you? Why are you secretly spying on the affairs of our temple?”


    Hu Mazi gritted his teeth and refused to speak.


    He knew that if he told the truth, not only would he not survive, but he would also die a more miserable death.


    Seeing this, Scarface took out a ck dagger with dark red lines wrapped around it. The lines seemed to be alive and kept wriggling.


    “You won’t tell me? Then don’t me us for using the Soul-Eating Dagger. Let’s give you a taste of having your soul ripped away, piece


    by piece!” Scarface grumbled viciously, waving the dagger before Humazi’s eyes. The icy de sent a tingling sensation through his scalp.


    The dagger’s cold light missed Humazi’s brow by a mere three inches,


    its icy edge seemingly piercing his very soul. He could even clearly sense the soul-devouring aura emanating from the dagger, like a beast lurking in the darkness, ready to devour him at any moment.<fn0eac> Content originallyes from Find?Novel</fn0eac>


    Every hair on his body stood on end, each one a signal of terror.


    His heart pounded wildly in his chest, threatening to burst through, each beat tinged with the fear of death.


    At this crucial moment, a streak of golden light suddenly shot out from the alleyway, exploding like thunder in the silent air, striking Scarface’s wrist with pinpoint uracy.


    “Crack!”


    A crisp bone-breaking sound rang out, sharp and piercing, like the death knell.


    The Soul-Eating Dagger in Scarface’s hand fell to the ground with a crisp “ng” sound, which seemed particrly abrupt in the tense atmosphere.