"Little bastard! How dare you!?"
Qiao Que's hair and beard stood on end as he glared and roared in anger, furious that a little worm dared to bare its fangs at them?
Now this little worm not only wanted to bare its fangs, but also to devour people!
The space seemed frozen, within a radius of ten feet, everything slowed infinitely, the pure white silk pierced the void, carrying a sacred yet eerie air.
Within this space, only Chen Nan was unaffected. He turned his head, his deep eyes hiding a chilling murderous intent, so intense that it made Qiao Que's heart tremble.
However, this time, Chen Nan's target wasn't him.
Zhang Sen, still his scruffy old man self, now had a look of terror, his body seeming out of control, unable to move.
The previous Spirit Soul Attack had caused him great pain, his mind a chaotic mess.
Chen Nan remembered how this old man had beaten him mercilessly, like treating a stray dog, which made the murderous intent in his eyes even more intense.
