The Great Elder of Kongtong also clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of old blood, the formation might have been constructed by the disciples, but its core was on him.
He could not escape the backlash of the great formation, and now seriously injured, he could not escape either.
Wang Daniu took a quick step forward and arrived in front of him, his Peach Wood Sword lightly lifting to press against the Great Elder's waist.
"Don't kill me." The face of the Great Elder of Kongtong turned deathly white as he pleaded with Wang Daniu.
With a slight twist of his wrist, Wang Daniu opened the Great Elder's Daoist robe to reveal that underneath he was wearing a set of samurai attire.
"Great Elder, you really are a banana man, worshipping foreign things, serving Western food at banquets, even wearing the little devils' clothes," Wang Daniu's eyes carried a hint of killing intent, and with a simple thrust of the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, he could take the Great Elder's life.
