Laughter echoed in the minds of each disciple!
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Ahahahahaha!"
"He is about to die hahaha!"
"He finally died hahahaha!"
"What can a genius do hahahaha!"
Until...
The Flame Immortal, took out a pot of flowers from his bosom!
This pot of flowers was held in the palm of his hand.
The main flower on the branch had only one bloom, bronze-colored, inscribed with runes, wide-bodied with a narrow mouth, resembling an Immortal Dynasty wine vat!
The supporting flowers around it, numbering over ten, were also bronze-colored, inscribed with runes, with round bodies and flared mouths, resembling Immortal Dynasty wine horns!
As soon as this flower appeared, distortion began!
Not sure if it was the image, space, causality, or... the puppet strings of the Ancient Immortal!
The flying Blood Scab Sword Tree twisted and flew into the wine vat!
The blood-colored rune on its forehead coiled up on its own and flew into the wine vat!
