The moment the arrow pierced through the paper man, Ming Kun also felt a familiar aura. By the time he realized that the person was Wu Jiang, it was already too late.
Ming Kun's expression was ugly as he asked in disbelief, "You actually used Wu Jiang's aura to make a paper effigy?"
Didn't this mean that he had attacked Wu Jiang?
Peng Chan also scolded angrily, "Yu Su, you are really a despicable person, why do you repeatedly sow discord between the Daoist Association and the Black Magic Master tribe? Aren't you a self-proclaimed gentleman?"
In the past, he was the one who schemed against others. He had never been framed by others like this.
He was a little angry.
It was too aggrieving!
Yu Su chuckled and said, "I've never said that I'm a gentleman. Besides, when dealing with sinister people like you, I naturally have to give you a taste of your own medicine."
