Blood spurted from the slit throat, splattering over the square tripod!
With a strange smile, the burly man's body maintained a kneeling posture, falling forward as if the most devout believer offering obeisance.
The flowing blood mixed with the hues on the jade altar, unfolding a sinister painting.
Beside him, Yan Beixing also knelt, his face full of resistance, his entire body trembling, yet he held a short sword, already pierced into his own throat!
Two streams of Golden Core Spiritual Pressure surged forth explosively!
A flash of light, Master Cangfeng had gripped Yan Beixing's right hand that held the sword, pulling it outward forcefully. But during the interception, he was shocked to discover that Yan Beixing's strength had inexplicably increased significantly, almost matching his own.
