His pants gradually became wet. A stench of feces emanated from beneath his golden robe. His eyes were wide open as he cowered on the ground, retreating continuously.
After three breaths, he suddenly stiffened all over, twitched once, and fell to the ground, his condition unknown!
"This? This? This? What's going on?"
Lv Sandao's face kept changing, the scar on his face twisting constantly.
The four Martial Cultivators beside him were equally dumbfounded.
Then, the four of them looked towards Lin Xuankong and Zhao Yufei with immense confusion. They couldn't understand—this Daoist Nun, this old man—could they be that terrifying?
But if Liy Ruofeng wasn't afraid of those two, what was he afraid of?
The expressions of those Martial Cultivators in the valley, whose faces had been numb, also became incredibly expressive upon seeing this scene.
In some eyes, hope suddenly sparked.
Some swallowed repeatedly, their throats making gurgling sounds.
