A disaster that was about to befall them was snuffed out in the blink of an eye.
Even though the old Daoist believed that his cultivation had reached at least eighty percent of his master's level, he did not dare to say that he could easily escape from the four fiend corpses.
Not to mention killing them so easily and so quickly.
Yet, song qingxiao had done all of this without any effort.
The sounds of kowtowing and kneeling could be heard all around.
Auntie Wu and the others had obviously treated song qingxiao, who had summoned the ice Dragon, as a living God. However, the old Daoist could tell that what she had summoned was not a real Dragon.
However, this kind of spell technique and secret technique was already at a level that the old Daoist priest could only look up to.
