Xiao Wu slipped away at once. Looking at the stench filling the sky, a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.
If she took even one breath of that stuff, something would definitely happen, right?
Yu Xiaogang was truly ruthless!
He actually disregarded everyone's safety and farted without permission!
He was simply a menace!
Before long.
The foul stench dispersed.
Yu Xiaogang had been too furious, so he had breathed in the hardest.
As a result, he inhaled quite a bit of Luo Sanpao's gas. It had practically gone straight through his lungs.
Now.
He had passed out as well, his face the color of pig liver.
"Cough, cough! Damn it! What the hell is that shitty master doing?!"
"Fuck... why does someone's soul skill involve farting?!"
"Teacher! Teacher got knocked out by his own fart?!"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground with foam spilling from his mouth and immediately panicked.
Looking at the harmless Luo Sanpao beside him, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he panted like a bull.
Fine!
Just fine!
A martial soul actually dared to hurt its master?
It had earned itself a death sentence!
"Awoo~"
Luo Sanpao was terrified. It hurriedly curled into a ball and looked at Tang San with a frightened expression.
It had only released its soul skill according to orders!
Please do not kill it!
Very soon.
Flender covered his nose and mouth as he looked at the scene before him, instantly rendered speechless.
What exactly was his good brother trying to do?
He had not even reached level thirty, yet he was already pushing fifty. Would it not be enough to just honestly promote his theories?
And he still wanted to fight Xiao Wu, a Soul Elder?
Was this a joke?
Well, this turned out great.