Yang Xiao's heart, which was suspended, ultimately died; he knew that thing had come, and immediately afterward, a pair of hands slowly rested on his shoulders from behind.
"Sister, listen to me. I really want to do something for you, but it's inconvenient this time. That thing is one of the six secrets of the Taoist Sect, and it's on the territory of Japan. If anything goes wrong, we'll offend both the Ju Mountain Family and the Taoist Sect!"
"Although, Sister, you are incredibly skilled and as beautiful as a flower, I still suggest you be patient. Revenge is never too late for a gentleman; a great man can endure hardship and plan rigorously..."
"Bang!"
Before Yang Xiao finished speaking, the old Taoist in front of him was crushed into pulp by a Big Red Ghost Coffin that fell from the sky, blood mixed with flesh splattered onto Yang Xiao's face, the flesh slowly sliding down, still warm.
