Mr. Qian's face was a stiff mask of fury, his eyes hollow.
With every flicker of his body, he closed a great distance in an instant.
He continuously repeated a single word:
"Punish... punish... punish... punish..."
The bizarre scene made Ye Longtao's blood run cold.
The undercover disciple bringing up the rear, Ah Ding, had a Cultivation that had not yet fully recovered to the fourth level of Qi Refining, making him a beat slower than the rest.
In that momentary gap, the "Mr. Qian" suddenly appeared behind him.
"Mr. Qian's" face turned toward the person closest to him. He raised a hand and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Your punishment is to..."
"BOOM—!!!!"
Ah Ding's entire body exploded!
He blossomed into a slightly warm, crimson mist of blood.
This lethal bloom transformed into a rain of blood with the most primal of textures, drenching "Mr. Qian."
The warm rain brought the expression on Mr. Qian's face, twisted with fury, to a halt.
