He was a hair's breadth away from being decapitated.
Cold sweat drenched the old man in gray, whether from terror or the agonizing pain he could no longer tell. Driven mad by humiliation and rage, he let out a roar, summoned his magic treasure, and lunged at Ouyang Yanan.
The other cultivators snapped out of their stupor, drew their weapons, and plunged into a fierce battle with Ye Lingtian and the others.
Chapter 155