Wuling was a hothead, and now he flew into a rage on the spot. He'd actually treated the other guy as a friend and even worried over why he kept looking so gloomy, yet it turned out this man had been scheming against him from the start, tricking him into spilling the information. "You heartless dog of a thief, today your Grandpa Wuling is going to tear you to pieces!"
His aura erupted in full, the power of Ghost Immortal Eighth Heaven sweeping out with a crushing momentum and directly suppressing toward Yu Wenshan. With such overwhelming might, there was no way Yu Wenshan could possibly stand against him. It was obvious that under this strike, Yu Wenshan would undoubtedly die!
Only at that very moment, something bizarre suddenly happened—Wuling's body was abruptly frozen in midair, unable to move at all! As if a pair of hands had grabbed him in an iron grip! "Wh-what… what is this! Damn it, let me go, or your grandpa will definitely kill you!"
