Now it's Qian Ta's turn to have disheveled hair...
Even though Batian Divine Thunder couldn't harm him during the Horror Saint Martial Period, it did leave some traces on his surface, and Qian Ta's eyes had transformed from joyful delight to terrifyingly cold.
It was as if an icy Hell...
His hand gripping Yao Yulou's neck trembled slightly, not from injury but from anger.
However, Yao Yulou remained unusually calm and cold, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, it's like striking a stone with an egg, looks like the gap between the First Level of Venerable and the Holy Martial Stage is still too immense, even after making every effort, it's impossible to move even a single strand of your cold hair."
With that, Yao Yulou smiled and closed his eyes...
He knew, he might die in the next moment, or he might be taken back to the Thousand Prison Tower and be tortured.
