This time, the master was truly dumbfounded.
He stood there, wide-eyed in terror, his body uncontrollably trembling.
"Oh my God! This aura..."
His voice was trembling violently.
"How is this possible..." His heart and soul were somewhat dazed, unable to believe the scene before him.
This brat, could he actually be a master?
This terrifying aura was already suffocating him, even more formidable than that ghost lady.
His face was mournful, feeling a sense of despair as he lamented in his heart, "Who the hell have I offended to be so unlucky!"
He thought he'd caught a lucky break, thinking it was an easy job, but now, he had completely fallen into a pit of fire.
His face creased up, tears almost about to fall.
"B—B—B...Brother...let's talk this over..." With a thud, the master kneeled, "P—please don't kill me."
The master trembled, his tone exceedingly stammering.
