99999999999! (True Damage)
A terrifying damage number exploded above his head!
"Pfft!" The Holy Flame Great Sage suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, system notifications popped up one after another:
Instant death check in progress... Target HP below 50, instant-death chance: 20... Check successful!
Time once again fell into a brief stasis. In the open ground west of Three Pure Ones Temple, the temple's second-generation disciples were setting off fireworks. In the courtyard, Daoist Heng Kong and the others watched the fireworks bloom across the night sky with smiles on their faces, unaware that Zhang Daoran had left.
This had always been Ye Qinghuang and Ye Zihao's way of doing things. What they wanted were not puppets on strings, but managers they had been cultivating from the very beginning.
If they truly fished out the Demon Emperor, should they beg this powerful being to kill the Demon Emperor and bring peace back to heaven and earth?
When they returned to the hotel, the teammates who had gone with them had already come back. Seeing Zhou Mo and Nuannuan, their fearful hearts finally settled.
As soon as the icy voice fell, a cup smashed toward the man kneeling on the ground. After striking his face, it clattered to the floor.
"You want to gain without working? You want to rely on this Daoist for the rest of your life?" Zhang Daoran had clearly caught Zhang Yifang's change in mindset. Even without using the Sky Eye divine ability, the understanding built between master and disciple over the past few years made it easy for Zhang Daoran to grasp Zhang Yifang's thoughts just now.
As the days passed, the period of prayer had come to an end, so Xia Wan Ning no longer needed to remain at the temple.