Jiucang Divine Pavilion.
"Damn it!!! What the hell is going on?" Dugu Nantian roared as he finally came to his senses, his face trembling with anger and despair, his aura even in disarray, a furious, destructive killing intent crazily emanating from him.
Beside him, the Floating Demon Old Woman and others also came to their senses one by one, hardly better off than Dugu Nantian.
"Pavilion Master. That little bastard is too terrifying. He creates miracles time and time again; any impossibility seems to become possible with him. If this continues, in a hundred years, no, perhaps not even ten years, he might truly have the strength to assassinate the Jiucang Divine Pavilion." The Floating Demon Old Woman gritted her teeth, her withered, old face filled with terror and urgency.
Even the Floating Demon Old Woman was anxious, afraid.
