Muxiao grew more and more terrified. This mission was doomed to fail; he had to return immediately to the Imperishable Temple to report everything.
The plan had changed, and they needed to adjust their actions.
Even more so, it would require that individual to take personal action to achieve their goal!
With this thought, Muxiao's whip in hand suddenly shattered, turning into a terrible force that blasted open Tian Zi's seal. His figure flickered, and in an instant, he fled far away.
"Since you've come, why the hurry to leave? With such raging anger, why not come here and sweep the floors at this Taoist Ancestor's place to wear off that anger a bit."
A faint voice sounded.
Muxiao's expression drastically changed, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a tightness around his body, grasped firmly by a hand!
Like a grasshopper in the grip of a hand, his bones felt like they could break at any moment, and he was unable to muster any strength instantaneously.