Me?
At death's door?
And still courting?
Wang Quan looked utterly stunned.
Beside him, Yu Wanzhou froze, then sneered through gritted teeth. "Where did this dog come from, trying to scare people the moment he shows up?"
"Are you looking to die?"
As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing two arms as white as scallion stalks, and stared murderously at that streak of light.
Bang!
The light burst apart, revealing a Daoist toying with two iron-ball spirits in one hand and an octopus-headed bald fellow in the other.
Hundreds upon thousands of rays of light formed steps beneath his feet. He descended them toward Wang Quan, one step at a time.
"Flower-Scatter Daoist, plenty of monsters among monsters have their eyes on you now. They want your flesh and blood for materials."
"Instead of seizing every moment to cultivate, you're courting this bitch Yu Wanzhou? You're wasting precious time, walking toward death one step at a time."
"You should..."
Before he could finish, Wang Quan laughed.
He abruptly rose, stepped right up to the cultivator, and reached for his head.
The cultivator froze in surprise. His figure turned illusory, and his true body appeared elsewhere.
"You want to touch my head?"
"Ridiculous!"
"You're courting with disaster hanging over your head, and you think you can touch me?"
He sneered in disdain.
But the very next instant, his smile stiffened.
He discovered that Wang Quan was following him like his shadow.
That hand was still descending from above to touch his head.
The cultivator sneered and spat a streak of light from his mouth.
It was a Purple Mansion Realm escape light.
The escape light swept him away, carrying him a hundred miles in a breath.
"You want to touch my head?"
"Do you think I'm that bald fellow?"