"Who the hell are you?"
The distortion on Wan Sheng's face, even suppressed as he was, couldn't hide the murderous glare in his eyes.
"Smack!"
Chen Xuan rewarded him with another slap.
Wan Sheng still held his head high, glaring at him without blinking.
Compared to the Daoist Saint, he seemed to have a lot more spine.
"Now that's more like it."
Chen Xuan wasn't angry at all. "Let's hope you can keep that backbone, then."
The next moment!
The power of the Dao appeared in Chen Xuan's hand and turned into a black, barbed long whip.
"All of you, back off!"
As his words fell, the terrified Female Cultivators instantly retreated far away from the two.
"Pa-pa-pa-pa…."
Countless black whip shadows suddenly appeared and lashed viciously down on Wan Sheng. The whip formed from the power of the Dao not only struck his flesh, it didn't spare his soul either.
"Aaah—"
A wretched scream echoed through the grand hall.
