Old Monk: "No, as long as you can..."
Before he finished speaking, his body froze, and immediately afterward, his eyes turned red, his expression twisted as if undergoing some kind of transformation.
He had been inhibited in advance, and now it was about to manifest.
Li Zhiyuan immediately stood up, flicked his left hand downward, gripping the copper coin sword, and directly struck it at his brow.
"Snap!"
In an instant, white smoke rose, the old monk's skin began to peel away, revealing the form of a middle-aged man.
The redness in his eyes evaporated by the copper coin sword, and his twisted face gradually calmed.
"I didn't expect Master to be so ruthless, thank you for being willing to save me..."
"I didn't intend to save you, nor can I save you. What your Master planted in you can't be undone; you are bound to die."
As if to verify his own words, Li Zhiyuan moved the copper coin sword away from his forehead.
"Ah!!!"
