The bald man's body immediately shuddered, thinking to himself: It's over. But he charged directly towards Lin Xiu, shouting, "Girl, why aren't you running? What are you waiting for?"
As he spoke, he rushed towards the direction from where the voice came, bellowing loudly, "This bald grandpa of yours has never been a coward, what the hell does a Quasi-Saint amount to?"
"You're seeking death!" From the void, an angry shout came forth.
This was the Second Elder of the Haoyue Sect, who, on a whim, extended his divine sense and stumbled upon this scene. He became immensely furious and his true form immediately set out to kill.
Looking at the short, frightfully ugly bald man capable of scaring ghosts to tears, the Second Elder roared, "Go to hell!"
A palm strike suppressed everything!
A Quasi-Saint's strike!
"No!" Lin Xiu, on the ground with eyes about to split with rage, charged forward as well.
But how could her speed match that of a Quasi-Saint's attack?
