"Here!"
Immortal Huanglong casually tossed out all the fragments of a centipede's corpse, his left hand transforming into a dragon claw the size of a normal human palm, pinching a green speck of light.
Immortal Huanglong blew on the light, and like an inflating balloon, it revealed the shape and contours of an old Daoist.
"You... who are you... You ambushed This Poor Daoist!"
Li Ping'an calmly produced a gourd and poured out a drop of Fountain of Youth Water, indifferently saying,
"I won't waste words with you. Today you must die; the only difference is how much you suffer before death. Will you speak yourself, or shall I ask you one by one?"
The old Daoist, the corners of his mouth curling up in a slight cold smile, indifferently said, "Though This Poor Daoist is not a loyal and righteous man, he is also not someone you can insult easily!"
