At this moment, Dongfang Tiankui's expression was both surprised and delighted, while Gongliang Zimo remained calm as water.
The disciple who should have been suppressed appeared calm and collected.
His expression suddenly changed, saying:
"You, you..."
Wang Anfeng didn't appreciate the arrogance and rudeness of these few Taoists. Intentionally ignoring Zhai Yingxun's pale face, he merely flicked his sleeve, looked at Gongliang Zimo, and said indifferently:
"Next."
Zhai Yingxun's expression turned pale. Gongliang Zimo raised his hand with a wave, and although Zhai Yingxun's heart was angry and trembling, he still dared not go against it and took a step back, merely anxious that his seventeen Earth Lung Silver Needles collected from traversing the world could not be stabilized.
Soon, an elderly Taoist with a gaunt face stepped forward.
