"Where the hell did a cripple like you come from, daring to meddle in my affairs..."
Slap!
A slap across the air.
The whole person was sent spinning in mid-air, executing a Thomas twist before landing, dazed and confused. As the saying goes, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, and besides, Wu Daoxu was far from being skinny; he was just disabled.
Not dead.
There was an insurmountable gap between cultivators and ordinary people, one practiced martial arts, the other cultivated immortality—there's no comparison. After being struck through the air, the bandit became much more sober, realizing that the cripple in front of him didn't belong to his world. He immediately put on a flattering smile.
"Greetings, Immortal Master."
"Answer my question first, speak."
He uttered these words expressionlessly.
"Immortal... Immortal Master, Qian, Uncle Qian he still..."
