"Wen Yan, this guy is quite strange, one hit might not be enough to kill him."
"I will make the first move, you seize the opportunity, you must seize the opportunity to finish him off."
"We need to kill him twice in a very short time."
"Understood, elder, please continue."
The Wudang Sect Leader lightly tapped the phone on the corner of the table, maintaining communication with several others.
"Prepare the Prison Demon Lock."
Wen Yan with his infuriating demeanor could make the furious Huo Yong, who was about to run away, turn around and fight desperately.
The Wudang Sect Leader now firmly believed that Wen Yan could draw hatred effectively.
With such a martial artist protector, they, as Taoists, could dare to perform some Dharma with full procedures; otherwise, efficiency would be the first priority.
