Daoist Zhu is back again.
That cocky bastard is back again.
Just watching the old Daoist take action, the fear that once dominated Wuxian's heart once again quietly emerged.
"Can we talk properly now? If not, I might as well try calling down the stars from the sky."
The old Daoist boasted with a roll of his eyes, actually managing to bluff the four people.
Wuxian, with a pale face, exchanged glances with Yinwang, neither of them daring to bet on whether the old Daoist was bluffing.
This thing can't be verified, it's a gamble with life.
Wuxian reluctantly whispered to Yinwang, "It seems we're truly at a dead end, first there's Han Yu, and now we have this bastard, it's troublesome."
The trouble Han Yu posed was already evident.
And the old Daoist's methods were elusive, practically impossible to defend against.
The Central Continent was growing stronger.
This is a good thing; the stronger the Central Continent, the greater the chance to counter the Celestial Beings.
