Four Spiritual Ability Users were playing mahjong there, with Spiritual Ability Rankings of about two Cs and two Ds.
In the corner, there were three women and two men, barely clothed; some were in a stupor, others were constantly giggling while hugging gas tanks—all ordinary people, and they all wore collars around their necks. Beside them were some…tools that Zheng Shiduo had never used before.
Wang Jixuan scratched his ear.
'Wuliang, that Heavenly Venerable.'
'There are really a lot of perverts in this world.'
If he only had a C-rank ability now, he would still have more than enough power to deal with these four. Talisman, spell, array, artifact—all could be used against the enemy.
Now he was just a bit stronger than the strongest of the four. If he allowed them to make any noise later, it would be his own incompetence.
Wang Jixuan's hands moved quickly and silently, forming seals, golden light shining from his eyes.
Da Yan Heart Sword!
