Just like that, Su Nian had effortlessly crippled one of his hands.
She then stroked her chin and commented, "Still not skilled enough!"
[Damn, the host is a real badass!]
[Looks like his hand is ruined, right?]
[From a medical standpoint, he's crippled.]
The intense pain made the stuttering man face reality. He curled into a trembling ball, muttering under his breath, "I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Su Nian tilted her head up slightly and suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence intruding. 'Someone's here?'
At that moment, a group of Daoists was standing at the village entrance, looking at the black miasma that filled the air and the palpable aura of approaching zombies.
Many of their faces had turned deathly pale with fear, yet not a single one retreated. They had all prepared their last wills before coming.
To die for the sake of the world—this was the Path they pursued!
Qing Ran stroked his beard, his gaze sharp and cold, and let out a soft sigh.
