Zhang Kui burst through the door, and the fiendish aura rushed toward him.
But the Old Taoist merely looked slightly surprised, waved his hand casually, and the wooden table and magic platform flew to one side, crashing on the wall with a loud smash.
A slight smile appeared on the Old Taoist's wrinkled, aged face, white hair shivering as it grew under his skin, and his initially cloudy eyes widened instantly, revealing rectangular pupils.
"Enough, I'll let you die with understanding."
Zhang Kui narrowed his eyes slightly,
"So it turns out to be an old sheep. The leader of your Demon Star Pavilion has been executed, and instead of hiding, you come to provoke Old Zhang. You're simply courting death!"
"Indeed, it failed..."
The Old Taoist shook his head, but there was no sign of regret in his eyes.
Then, he glanced at Manzudia, who stood gracefully in the snow outside the courtyard, watching the commotion, and suddenly realized.
