"Ah!" The old Daoist suddenly let out a painful scream, causing him to eject the beast claw from his chest.
However, just as he did so, Qiao Mu tightly wrenched that beast claw and tore at it with all her strength.
Rip! A large piece of flesh was immediately torn off from that beast claw.
Her cruel manner even caused the little monk and Qingluan, who were both furtively following behind her, to shudder in surprise.
"Ah, ahhhh!!" This time, the old Daoist suffered from twice the pain—not only his face, but even his chest was hurting insufferably.
His breathing instantly wilted as he gasped in a raspy voice, "Y-You darn lass are a ruthless character, sure enough. Cough, cough cough."
Even so, Qiao Mu maintained her stoic face, adhering to her usual attitude of "never wasting her breath on defeated opponents."
She directly activated her spiritual eyes to sweep through the wicked Daoist's inner world.
