Chapter 637: Begging in Fear

When they heard that, everyone was stunned again. So that was it. The Ruthless Sect's patriarch hadn't acted because he'd been hiding in the crater, playing dead. The patriarch's face went chalk-white. He had mastered a tortoise-breathing secret art; after taking a heavy hit, he could activate it to make his presence vanish-even slow his heartbeat. It was basically a fake-death technique-a "playing dead" trick. He'd never imagined anyone would still notice. "H-how did you find me?" The Ruthless...