Faced with the question from the Profound Power Monk, the monk said nothing and just walked out slowly.
The Profound Power Monk, feeling helpless, could only stride forward to block the monk's path.
His strength was obviously far inferior to this mad monk, and there was no way to stop him. But then again, who could make the monk a person of Dharma?
Having captured a disciple of the Dragon Mountain Sect, especially one who was the newly accepted disciple of Floating Cloud, the strongest in the sect—should anything happen, how could the Dragon Mountain Sect simply let it go?
The mad monk kept walking, heading straight toward the Profound Power Monk.
One step!
The Profound Power Monk's expression suddenly changed, with sweat instantly rolling down from his brow.
Another step.
The Profound Power Monk let out a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned instantly pale.
"Master Ancestor, you…"
