"Just kidding. But Miss Chen Lan, be careful on your way out," Yi Xiaofeng said with a light laugh.
Chen Lan nodded, then left with the four women.
After taking only a few steps, they suddenly stopped, standing completely still.
Yi Xiaofeng asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Chen Lan and the other four did not answer.
Yi Xiaofeng's pupils contracted.
He noticed that he was some distance away from them, and the bracelet in Chen Lan's hand had somehow fallen to the ground.
In other words, they were no longer protected by the bracelet?
Yi Xiaofeng seemed to sense something and instinctively turned his head.
The moment he did, he was nearly scared out of his wits!
A blood-soaked old face hung before his eyes, less than ten centimeters from his own. His entire body stiffened in fright, and he nearly died on the spot.
Holy shit!
Yi Xiaofeng immediately raised his sword and slashed. The demonic qi dispersed, but his strike hit nothing.
The viewers exploded:
"Mom! That scared the hell out of me!"
"What was that just now?"
"Xu Lang's Wronged Soul?"
"Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor! It had to be Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor!"
"That was so scary! Mom, this really is a horror script."
"Sword Saint, hurry up and protect our God Yi!"
Cold sweat streamed down Yi Xiaofeng's face. He too thought of Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor.
He turned back. That blood-soaked old face was floating above the demonic qi, less than seven steps away from him.
"Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor?" Yi Xiaofeng asked through gritted teeth.
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor clicked his tongue in wonder. "Why can't my curse affect you? Just who are you?"
Yi Xiaofeng suddenly noticed red light flickering within the demonic qi.
It was very bright.
A fortuitous opportunity!
There