Mistaken Identity, I'm Hell's Ox and Horse

At these words, everyone's expressions shifted slightly, and they nearly laughed out loud. They had not expected Lord Wuyou to admit it so generously, without the slightest bit of pretense.

Instead, the cultivator who had asked the question was left speechless by the retort and did not dare get angry.

Though Lord Wuyou looked lazy and unreliable, his strength was no joke.

"What are you all standing around here for? Get in already!"

Lord Wuyou sat up and gestured for everyone to move, but no one present was a fool. They all pretended not to hear him.

"You're not going in, are you? Fine! Then I'm not going in either!"

Lord Wuyou lay back down and slowly began drinking again.

"This..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. They had not expected this fellow to actually lie back down, as though he were in his own home.

"Hehe, since none of you fellow Daoists are willing to go first, then I won't stand on ceremony."

A towering brute built like an upright giant bear suddenly seized a nearby being, sealed all his cultivation, and threw him into the skull's enormous maw.

"Ah... fuck your ancestors!"

The man roared in terror. The moment he reached the skull's mouth, he was stopped by a force. Then his body jolted as if struck by lightning, stiffening ramrod straight before he went to ride a crane westward.

His fleshly body scattered into the wind like grains of sand.

Seeing this, no one mourned the loss of a life. They only felt chills run down their spines, followed by lingering fear.

If they had rushed in recklessly just now, they did not dare imagine what would have happened.

Yet at that moment, something miraculous occurred. The great mouth, like a gate to another world, suddenly sprayed out radiant light.