Qian Kun's face was now completely filled with terror and confusion, with large beads of sweat continuously rolling down from his forehead, tracing a path down his cheeks.
His lips trembled violently as he struggled to speak: "This... this Mystic Spirit Pavilion must be hiding an unimaginable great secret. That Xu Wendong is definitely not someone we can easily provoke!"
"This time, we were utterly reckless, like blind fools crashing headlong into an unyielding iron wall. Now we've gotten ourselves into a massive trouble."
He was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend why that cultivator just now died so mysteriously on the spot.
However, one thing was clear before him, and that was this matter definitely had countless close ties to Xu Wendong.
Moreover, they already had a certain suspicion in their hearts that Xu Wendong was no ordinary mortal, and his identity must be hiding an astonishing secret.
