Wang Yaozu, who had been keeping his eyes fixed on the Third Ancestor, sharply sensed the latter furrow his brow and immediately bellowed in anger, "Well, well! I knew you ghouls couldn't be trusted. I'd only been thinking for two lousy minutes, and already you're showing impatience—how could anyone ever trust the likes of you? You treacherous freak, you definitely have a hidden agenda! Kill him together, no hesitation, make it fast!"
With Wang Yaozu's verdict falling like a hammer blow, he lunged forward ahead of the rest, a deadly scythe abruptly materializing in his grip.
Upon seeing this, the Third Ancestor felt the very soul leave his body. Wasn't this the natal dharma avatar of the Fifth Ancestor? How on earth did it end up in the hands of this young man? At the same time, he couldn't help cursing inwardly: *Is this human a total mental defective? He talks as long and loud as a ghoul farting, and somehow that's my fault?!*
Chapter 859