"Demon!"
The young swordsman and the people from Qingyuan Escort Agency broke out in cold sweat, knocking over tables and dishes in a chaotic mess.
They all wanted to draw their weapons but found their True Qi sluggish, their bodies languid and powerless.
The wine is the problem!
Everyone felt bitter inside. Though they were all seasoned Jianghu veterans, since arriving here, their minds had become muddled.
Could it be that they had long been under a demon spell?
Zhang Kui watched as the Spider Monster rushed in, and laughed heartily, "In such a hurry, let me offer you a cup of wine!"
Speaking, he casually splashed the wine bowl, the liquid entwined with the ghostly blue Gang Evil, sparkling like a rain of light, quite beautiful.
Since leaving the Ancient Secret Realm of Ting Mountain, he had already upgraded his Demon-slaying Skill to level three, and releasing the Gang Evil externally was no longer a problem.
