Looking for death, maybe not, but the old Taoist was really in a tough spot.
The wind tunnel nearly gave him rheumatism, chilling him to the bone.
Especially since he couldn't fight back. If he destroyed the wind tunnel, the backlash would explode even more savagely.
In just a few moments, the old Taoist, disheveled and with his robe in a mess, managed to hold on by sheer will.
"Nearly sucked the soul out of me."
The old Taoist, face ashen, stepped forward, just as Wang Xingzhi was speaking.
He was still talking unwittingly, not realizing the ashen-faced person behind him.
"In twenty breaths, you will suffer unbearable abdominal pain."
Only when a chilling voice rang out did Wang Xingzhi's face change drastically.
How could it be this living ancestor?
Could it be...
There was indeed someone in that disaster just now, and the one "looking for death" was this very person.
So the old Taoist was so angry for suffering that unwarranted disaster.
