As for the Mo Dashan who just arrived... they don't really care.
The Master has said, as long as no one is injured, there's no need to act quickly!
More than one is coming tonight, wait until they're all here, then wipe them out at once!
The orders given by the Master are quite strange, saying that in this dining hall tonight...
Those who stand remain alive, those who sit are dead.
Those who cry live, those who laugh die.
For now, only that Mo Dashan is laughing heartily.
...
Whew...
In the vast mountain forest, the wind blows through leaves, the rustling echoes throughout the heavens and earth.
Under the starry moonlight, above the mountains and forest, huge blood scab wings glide on the wind, rushing towards.
Steering these wings is Tian Xinghuo, whose face is laden with grief, tear marks still apparent.
In his mind, the voice of the Ancient Immortal is proud and wild.
"Hahaha, good disciple!
"As master and disciple, our hearts should be as one!
