RRRING! RRRING! RRRING!! The shrill sound of bells instantly interrupted the shouting, and everyone present clutched their ears in pain.
As the sound of the bells gradually faded, Li Huowang's sword was already resting on the man's neck.
"Hehe, Daoist Master, what are you doing?" Even with the sharp longsword pressed against his throat, the man remained calm and unhurried.
"You're asking what I'm doing? I should be asking you! What god are you trying to summon!"
The blade, blackened by firewood smoke, pressed down ever so slightly, immediately leaving a thin line of blood.
No matter what god this guy is summoning, it can't be anything good. After being in this godforsaken place for so long, nothing good has ever shown up.
Feeling wrongly accused, the man let out a dry laugh.
