If the Wild Charm hadn't rushed to save them in time, Old Demon Yiling, Old Demon Kongxu, the Golden Hall Elder of the Ancestral Court, and the Church's Commander of the Dark Night would have been done for.
"No, impossible! You can't kill him! How could you ants possibly kill him? You don't even have immortal spirits!"
Brother Zhang's eyes had gone unfocused. He shrieked like a madman, no longer displaying the lofty arrogance with which he had looked down on all living things.
Xu Yi took out a three-leaf clover and laid it in his palm. "Brother Zhang, perhaps you should clear your head before you speak."
Ning Wuque understood. Water vapor gathered in his palm and turned to ice, which he dumped over Brother Zhang's head.
Brother Zhang, who had been raving, immediately calmed down. Xu Yi suddenly let out a surprised sound: the three-leaf clover in his palm had begun to wither.
"Can grass from the Immortal Realm not survive in this world?" Xiong Bei Ming exclaimed.
Xu Yi stared at Brother Zhang. "That's something you'll have to answer. At this point, are you still going to keep up the act? I know it wasn't easy for you to come down here, so I treated you with courtesy. If you refuse to cooperate, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to be discourteous."
Brother Zhang said coldly, "Do you truly not know that you're already dead men? Ignorance makes you fearless. Surely you don't yet realize that you've brought down a calamity upon yourselves. The murder of an immortal envoy has never happened in all of history. For such a grave crime, you'll be punished with death by Ten Thousand Thunders Devour Body..."
Xu Yi cut him off. "Ning, pry his mouth open and pour this thing