The entire body of Jiang Dazhu felt icy cold, never having experienced such a terrifying scene in his life.
Now, endless regret rose in his heart, regretting how greed had clouded his mind, bringing him to this ghostly place, and witnessing such a bizarre scene.
If he could choose again, Jiang Dazhu would only wish to go back tonight and sleep soundly with his concubine, ignoring Ning Yi, ignoring the assistant dean, letting them all stay far away.
He was just a low-level Martial Artist in the early stage of Ling Yuan and shouldn't have meddled in these affairs.
In the distance, the flame of the fire lotus finally slowly disappeared, leaving only the scarlet light on the shadow of the person fiercely burning like a bright bonfire in the night.
At this moment, Lin Yuan slightly extended his palm, slowly closing his five fingers.
The golden vertical pupil slowly stretched into a vertical line, with a hint of killing intent bursting forth.
