Open with One Punch, Lest a Hundred Come

Mountains piled upon rivers, and it seemed there was no road; then willows darkened, flowers brightened, and another village appeared.

Seeing Shen Yun step forward, the five Witch Tribe members' spirits surged, as if they had grasped the last straw that could save their lives. They said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist... no, if Mr. Shen has some brilliant plan, please do not hesitate to make a move. We will surely remember this great kindness forever!"

With that, they all bowed together, their posture respectful to the extreme.

"No need for such courtesy."

Shen Yun casually lifted a hand through the air, and a gentle force lightly held the five people up.

Toward such loyal and sincere people, he admired them quite a bit, and he did not mind lending them a hand.

But just then, a strange, sarcastic voice rang out, breaking the harmony in the arena—

"It's not that I mean to doubt you, but even the seniors are at their wits' end... certain people had best not hurt someone instead just to show off."

Li Guolai spoke faintly, his long horse face stretched even longer, as if the four words "I don't believe it" were written across it.

In any case, he had already torn all pretense with Shen Yun, so he simply smashed the cracked pot to pieces and vented the anger fire in his heart, lest he hold it in until it caused internal injury.

"Crude words, but not crude reasoning. This gu poison has long since sunk deep into the bone marrow. It is absolutely not something ordinary means can cure. What method could a mere Mahayana Realm have?"

"Exactly. Even Senior Jietian gave a golden-mouthed assertion that only a Profound Immortal Pill Master can cure this poison. It is better not to speak too full."