When he learned that the person standing opposite him was Su Fan, every hair on his body stood on end.
This was the Great Demon who had left corpses strewn across the wilderness. It was said that tens of thousands of cultivators had died at his hands.
Although that old pervert had just tortured him until he felt as if he were ascending to heaven or sinking into hell, at least there was still hope of surviving.
But if he fell into the hands of this Great Demon, there would be no escape from death.
"Greetings, True Lord Su Fan..."
He Guan hurriedly knocked his head deeply against the ground again. He was truly kowtowing—his forehead had already split and begun to bleed.
Su Fan could not help giving a bitter laugh. Am I really that frightening?
"Get up and speak..."
"This junior wouldn't dare..."
"Enough nonsense. I told you to get up, so get up..."
Seeing the severity in Su Fan's voice, He Guan hurriedly rose from the ground, but he still did not dare raise his head to look at him.
"From now on, you'll have to listen to me..."
Afterward, Su Fan gave He Guan a few instructions, then let him leave.
Only after the other man's figure had disappeared did Su Fan glance at the oil-lamp artifact placed beside him.
"Letting him leave just like that—there won't be any mishaps, will there..."
"Heh heh... I cast a secret art on him. If he so much as gives birth to a trace of malicious intent, I'll make his soul scatter and his spirit perish..."
Hearing Evil Buddha Wang De say this, Su Fan dispelled the worry in his heart.
Although this old bastard was quite sinister, he was still fairly reliable in word and deed.
Besides, the