Within the Sacred Hall of the Zhenming Holy Land.
"What is this thing?"
"Am I seeing things… why does it feel like this is a lump of mud…"
"There's no need to feel about it… It's indeed just a lump of mud!"
A group of elders were all exclaiming in shock at this moment.
"Ouch… it hurts so much, quick, someone get something to scrape this stuff off!"
Saint Lord Minglan was even more in pain, wailing as the mud stuck to his hand, he felt as if he were being scorched by flames.
Immediately, a group of elders hastily took action, and after a while, they finally scraped off the lump of mud.
"Unexpectedly, that Honored Haoming really hid his malicious intentions, secretly keeping such a demonic creature to harm our Saint Lord!"
"Damn it!"
The crowd condemned one after another.
Saint Lord Minglan got up, his face covered in cold sweat, and said angrily at this moment:
"Issue the assassination order immediately, to apprehend Honored Haoming and Saintess Zhen Xuan!"
