บท 821: Chapter 73 White Tiger

"Are you, are you really not joking?"

Watching Zhao Feng transform into a sword-light and disappear into the horizon, the middle-aged cultivator with yellow hair looked at Wang Ba with a face full of shock.

Wang Ba's expression darkened slightly as he quickly surveyed his surroundings, casually replying:

"Is Jin afraid?"

"Afraid? Haha... indeed, a bit."

The middle-aged cultivator with yellow hair forced a laugh without concealing his fear, but his expression immediately turned serious as he said:

"Buxi City should have received the message by now, they'll definitely send someone over right away, so there's nothing to be scared of."

"Let's hope so... The premise is that we can stop this Blood Sacrifice first."

Wang Ba finally fixed his gaze on the large cauldron.

The middle-aged cultivator with yellow hair couldn't help but show a solemn expression upon hearing this:

"You have a way?"