Daoist Shan Xu had faced countless crises.
The moment Qin Hao spoke, he clearly sensed that danger was imminent.
In his gaze, Qin Hao slowly climbed up, his body trembling.
Just as he was about to stand, suddenly, Qin Hao's expression changed, and with a thud, he sat back down.
"Damn!" Qin Hao cursed angrily, and only then did Daoist Shan Xu relax, sneering with feigned bravado, "Heh, even if you know I'm powerless, so what? You can't even stand! How can you kill me?"
"Old turtle! What are you so proud of? As soon as I regain my strength, your death is certain!" Qin Hao swore, trying to get up, but exhausted as he was, his body kept trembling.
"Heh! Little rascal! By the time you have the strength, I'll already be full of energy..." Daoist Shan Xu also regained his composure, "So, don't be delusional. Wait, I'm going to torture you thoroughly before killing you this time!"
"Hmph! Words are useless! Let's see who gets up first!"
