The old man, Gourd, was speechless.
Because he was slapped in the face by Xie Tian's eighty-one Heavenly Cry techniques.
"Alright, alright, alright, little boy, you still have thirty percent battle strength, you can borrow a Xuan word to draw hatred, so those cultivators won't be slaughtered. I admit I misjudged you."
The old man, Gourd, said frantically, "But if you learn Alchemy from me, you can always unleash full strength! Full strength!"
"Close enough."
"Close enough?" The old man, Gourd's eyes were about to fall out, "Ten and three, you, you little boy, don't know how to count?"
Xie Tian glanced at the old man, Gourd, and pulled out Lackey King.
"Three great ones! What! Not convinced?"
Seeing the arrogant and supremely confident Downward Horse Buddha Scorpion in Xie Tian's hand, the old man, Gourd, swallowed and said dazedly, "I'm convinced."
"Hmm?" Lackey King, with its rolling pea-like eyes, asked proudly, "How do you know my name?"
