Frog Daoist nursed his wounds for half a day, then lay trembling inside the thatched hut, cold sweat pouring from his entire body...
Even his pupils quivered in terror. What a horrifying Strength Law!
The sight of that slap had been like an entire heaven and earth crashing down across him. There had been nowhere to hide, nowhere to evade. The power of his blood and qi had boiled in an instant.
"How... did you cultivate it?"
Frog Daoist let out a muffled groan, bracing himself forward on his webbed hands, his expression exceptionally grim. Every meridian within him trembled.
With difficulty, he raised his head and slowly looked toward the Human Race man. The latter stood like a towering mountain—visible yet unreachable—while carrying an air of darkness, untouched by the blazing sun.
"Put away those useless petty schemes of yours. I took you in only because you still have some value to me."
Chen Xun's gaze was icy. His black robe pooled across the ground as he softly looked out the window. "If you touch upon any more of my secrets, killing you will be no different from killing Filthlife. Know your place."
"If you keep playing mind games with me here, I can still destroy White Spirit's Dao Accumulation within that Myriad Tribulations Time-Sand."
Chen Xun spoke each word distinctly. At this point, his voice paused. He turned his head, and those indifferent pupils slowly settled on Frog Daoist. "Isn't that right, Frog Heavenly Venerable of the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era?"
Buzz—
The instant his words fell, the atmosphere throughout the thatched hut plunged to freezing point. Every trace of aura vanished in a moment. Even the bamboo leaves drifting past the window silently crumbled into powder.
"Yes... Senior." Veins bulged across Frog Daoist's forehead as he