Bickering with Wang Lu was honestly a foolish thing to do. Perhaps he was not necessarily the first in the world in terms of scolding, but almost none in a hundred people could compare to him. At the very least, the person who drove the giant corpse worm, in just a few word exchanges with Wang Lu, has already felt that his evil fire was about to well up, thus unable to say anything anymore.
Since talking was out of the picture, naturally, the only thing left was fighting. From mid air, the ten tentacles swoop down, trying to crush the small young cultivator with great mountain-like pressure.
Wang Lu was without haste as he shrunk sword defense radius by a foot and subsequently, the simple but deep Non-Phase Sword Qi became more compact and solid.
