The Withered Daoist looked at the figure who had just twisted off his master's head, and his knees went weak, causing him to drop to the ground.
He knew his master's power surpassed even that of the Lengquan Three Friends. His only failing was lacking their ability to sense good fortune and avoid disaster, forcing him to hide away on Black Wind Mountain. The plan was to wait until he had completely subjugated the Nine-Child Demon Mother, then re-emerge to establish his own sect and become a patriarch.
But he never expected that before the Nine-Child Demon Mother was even subjugated, his master's head would be plucked off like a piece of fruit.
"Great True Demon above! Profound Cyan Old Demon was blind to a greater power and truly sought his own death. This disciple wishes to serve you faithfully by your side, Demon Lord."
He immediately began to kowtow, THUD-THUD-THUD, striking his head against the ground until his forehead broke open and bled.
