"You were so scared just now that you almost wet yourself, and you still have the nerve to talk about sacrifice. Not only are you lacking in strength, but your IQ is also like a fool." Lin Tian punched and eliminated the insects and poisonous snakes around him, sneering in contempt.
This remark hit his sore spot, and Zhang Zhicheng almost screamed, "Who's afraid? Who's incompetent..." But before he could finish speaking, he was dragged by the Flying Head Curse, fell hard, and even dropped his sword, looking as awkward as could be.
"Stop it, all of you, or I'll destroy the ancient zither!"
Secret Master Yasuo grabbed the ancient zither, holding a dagger in one hand and pointing at the three, especially at Lin Tian, because Lin Tian was burning his prized possessions with purple flames, even more intense than roasting popcorn.
