As that voice rang out, the sudden aura set Lu Feng's heart pounding like a drum. It was actually the aura of a Quasi-Saint-primordial world Dao fate.
Why would a Quasi-Saint appear? The thought had barely surfaced when his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
When he came to his senses again, he found himself unable to move, held in the hand of a short, fat, ugly cultivator. The Quasi-Saint aura was unmistakably coming from this man.
Lu Feng tried to struggle, but he could not muster any strength, as though his sinews and bones had been stripped away.
The moment this man appeared, all the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples dropped to one knee and shouted, "Greetings, Plague Miasma Patriarch!"
Plague Miasma Patriarch. The blood and qi in Lu Feng's chest surged, and he could not calm himself. He already knew a little about the Demon Race of the Abyss. Sect masters were addressed as ancestors, such as White Bone Ancestor of the Ghost King Sect and Plague Poison Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, while a sect master's fellow disciples or other important figures in the sect were called patriarchs.
This short, fat, ugly fellow was actually a fellow disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Master. Lu Feng inwardly cursed his luck. This time, he had really played himself into a corner.
Looking at the disciples kneeling before him, Plague Miasma Patriarch gave a cold snort that exploded like thunder.
"A pack of useless fools! With so many of you here, you let a Golden Immortal cultivator come and go as he pleased and reduce my residence to this state. You should all take your own lives!"
This place is actually his residence, too. I'm dead for sure this time. Lu Feng cursed his luck