"Grandfather Yun..."
The delicate young girl's teeth clamped tightly on her red lips, just about to speak.
"Hahaha, none of you will escape today..."
At this moment, a maniacal laughter roared in, splitting the clouds behind. Three figures pursued rapidly.
Leading was a pale-faced middle-aged Martial Artist, flanked by a sinister-looking middle-aged man and a burly, dark-complexioned man with an equal-brow short stick. Judging by the fluctuations in their Yuan Qi, all three were at the ninth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, with the pale middle-aged man being the most terrifying, at the peak of the ninth level.
The three approached closer to the elder in green robes, the burly man on the left leered at him and said:
"Old man, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to last this long after being poisoned by the Seven-color Poison-cloud Python. But looking at your face, the poison has invaded your meridians. Let's see how far you can run!"
Bam!
