Old Man Wu Chen shot a glance in the direction of a string of black spots that were drifting toward the depths of the sea. He then turned his hand, and put away his ancient sword. His gaze then shifted to the scar-faced man who was still absorbed in a vigorous tussle with the scholar-like Taoist priest and the beautiful Taoist nun.
The scar-faced man had seen everything that had happened a moment ago. So, he realized something when Old Man Wu Chen's gaze swept over him. Consequently, he bellowed loudly, and started to recite an incantation in a whispering voice.
Boom!
A spurt of grey flame burst on the surface of his body, and set him on fire the next moment. However, the spiritual pressure that he was giving off at this moment was twice as formidable as it had been before.