"Be careful, Uncle Huang Long!"
Seeing the four adorable little Plague Gods carved from jade, Huang Long laughed happily and said:
"Oh my, Junior Brother Lv Yue, you truly are fortunate to have taken in four disciples with such remarkable talents. I'm quite envious!"
"Later on, I promise I'll take it easy on them!"
Huang Long meant this sincerely, but to Lv Yue's ears, the words sounded less than harmonious.
"Don't boast, Senior Brother; let your skills do the talking!"
As Lv Yue's voice faded, an endless torrent of terrifying miasma capable of corrupting immortal god bodies spread throughout the great formation.
Outside the formation, the members of the Chan Sect saw that Huang Long hadn't emerged for a long time and assumed he was struggling, which made them worry.
But shortly after, they heard the clear sound of fabric tearing emanating from the formation.
Immediately following that was a roar of endless fury from Plague God Lv Yue.
