Suddenly.
The iron staff with thunderous momentum stopped at the tip of the thin Mountain God's nose, the sudden release of its fierce power chilled the Mountain God's body instantly. Class="translate" The ground below rumbled loudly and shook violently as it was pulverized by the force of the staff.
The Mountain God looked at the iron staff so close to his face, his eyes lowered to see the ground around him uneven and horribly damaged by the staff's strike.
Beads of sweat, the size of beans, instantly dripped from his forehead.
"Mountain God..."
At this point, Lu Fei withdrew his iron staff and placed it on his shoulder, looking at the thin, trembling old man in front of him, drenched in sweat. "Can we talk properly now?" He said.
"Yes, of course..."
The Mountain God wiped off his sweat, remembered the Demon's face in front of him, and immediately made amends with a forced smile.
