Reward Frog Daoist with a Good Fruit!

Frog Daoist nursed his wounds for half a day, lying tremblingly inside the thatched cottage, cold sweat streaming from his entire body...

Even his pupils trembled. What a terrifying Strength Dao Law!

The sight of that slap was like an entire heaven and earth sweeping down across him—there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to evade. In an instant, the power of qi and blood throughout his body boiled over.

"How... did you cultivate it?"

Frog Daoist let out a muffled groan, bracing himself forward with his pair of toad palms. His expression was exceptionally ugly, every meridian in his body trembling.

He laboriously raised his head and slowly looked toward the human man. The latter was like a towering mountain, visible yet unreachable, but he carried a shadowy air, as though he did not stand beneath the blazing sun.

"Put away those useless little schemes of yours. I took you in only because you still have some value to me."

Chen Xun's brows and eyes were cold, his black robe trailing across the ground. Looking out the window, he said softly, "Touch upon any more of this seat's secrets, and killing you will be no different from killing Defiled Lifespan. Know your place."

"If you keep playing mind games with this seat here, this seat can still destroy the White Spirit Dao essence within the Ten Thousand Tribulations Time Sand."

Chen Xun spoke word by word. At this point, his words paused. Turning his head, those indifferent pupils slowly looked toward Frog Daoist. "Am I right, Frog Celestial Venerable of the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era?"

Buzz—

The instant his words fell, the atmosphere throughout the thatched cottage plummeted to freezing point. All auras vanished in an instant. Even the bamboo leaves drifting past the window silently crumbled into powder.